Ethan touched her hips lightly. Her skin burned the tips of his fingers. He pushed the straps down until they practically fell off, and left his hands...on her hips, his thumbs brushing the cheeks of her ass."That's better," Pam said. Her voice was barely loud enough to hear. She leaned back. Her ass pressed against his erection. Her fingers brushed over her breasts, tugging at the fabric. "Do you think it fits good here?" Yeah," Ethan said.He moved his hips and his erection lodged between the. When the stimulation rose too high, too quickly, her fingers would slide easily back into her, balancing the stimulation towards orgasm and extending her pleasure. Her breath became faster, forced into short gasps as her muscles began to involuntarily contract. While one hand concentrated on direct stimulus, the other moved firmly across her breasts, unconsciously adding to her building senses through firm squeezing and the occasional gentle flicking and tugging of her hardened nipples. . That made it even harder, as I had to be the one to bring up the fact that I was being left alone more and more while my husband, Jeremy, was working — nothing new there as, since we'd been married, twenty years ago, he'd always been gone weeks at a time to settle his accounts all over the world while I was raising the kids and earning my degrees. Of course, we both knew it would be hard at time, that we would miss each other but our commitment was stronger and healthier than being separated a. " Yeah, me, too. I don't know what I'm gonna do about food and water. There's no power or water in the old bank and I have to rewire and plumb it before there will be. No power means I have to eat out or do the sandwich thing as I can't afford to do anything else."Bill looked up when he heard Garrett say that. He said, "No power or water? You can't live like that. Let's go look at the old place after we eat. Maybe we can do something about that for you."After the meal the three headed over to.