I take a deep breath, look up into he eyes and reaching up to take his head in my hands, lower his head down and I kiss him with as much passion as he...kissed me with before he asked. His arms go around my waist pulling me closer to him. My breasts are pressed tightly to his chest. I pull back just a bit and whisper, ‘I would love to make love to you tonight.’ Then pulling away from him, letting my hands slide down his muscular chest, I slowly walk into the other room and shut the door. I. "Well, I'll show him," she muttered to herself, something finally snapping inside her. In this one moment of rebellion, about half a lifetime's inhibitions were swept out of her mind. Wasn't she entitled to some sexual satisfaction, she thought bitterly to herself. After all, she was a married woman and shouldn't have to go through life half out of her mind with frustration! This was a major change in the young woman's outlook. For the first time in her life she didn't look on her natural. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her back, but she chose to ignore it. This stretching was worth being touched a little; she could tell her body was relaxing and her soreness was disappearing.Her head was hanging down to the floor when the diver touched her right breast to pull her upright again. He let his hand rest there, even after she was standing. As he pulled his left hand up to her stomach, she whispered, "No," but she made no move away from him. His hands began to move. They were shorter on the legs too, and came lower on the hips."You can wear all of this around the house, just to lounge in," said Brenda. "It's not just underwear. But I have some other things you might like for doing that, too."She showed them camisole tops that were, for all intents and purposes, glorified slips and body stockings that slimmed, kept a woman warm, and provided freedom of movement all at the same time. Then there was an array of babydolls and teddies, some of which looked.