Every single time he stepped foot in my house I had to hold myself back. "She loves him" I told myself "I can't do this." It was the day before Hallow...en, I had been getting more and more frustrated with my boyfriend and I needed to relax. Badly. There he stood before me, in the doorway of my house, smelling of sex and a musky cologne. "I'm sorry but I have to do this" he said grabing my face and pressing his gentle velvet lips against mine. As he pulled back I arched forward, not yet ready to. ‘Uh huh. Oh, look. Do you think the Health & Safety people would approve of the way that guy’s balancing on the top of the tent?’ Elizabeth looked. She said, ‘I don’t know… Bob? You’re the Safety guy. What do you think? Bob emerged from his office, glanced over and, turning away, said, ‘I think I will go and get a coffee – I really didn’t see that at all!’ The three of them laughed. That was a standing joke every year when the tent was erected… the crew never seemed to take safety precautions.. She had no idea where the question came from, or why she was asking it. She kept caressing his foot and it kept getting warmer in her office. ‘Ah…I…I’m…sorta going with Paula Wilton,’ Bobby replied. She was so wrapped up in how the bare skin of the young man’s foot fetlt that she didn’t hear his choked reply. ‘His skin is soft!’ she thought. She continued to caress his ankle and leg absently. ‘Touching him feels so nice. God, how long has it been since I’ve touched someone? Someone male?’ Need,. She immediately gripped the pillow with both hands and groaned with the invasion. I kept pushing with my hand, backing off only a fraction of an inch before pushing it in again further. Her head was tilted slightly to the side and I could see that she had her eyes closed, absorbing all the sensations my hand was giving her. This was working out perfectly. She hadn’t even noticed that I hadn’t returned the mini vibe back to the tray, but was still holding it in my other hand. It was positively.