No sane person is so chipper in the morning.“No time, I gotta pee.” I touched my lips against her forehead as I clamored over her on my way to the...lavatory.“Need any help?” she asked as she reached for my genitals.“No thanks, I’ll handle it.” I brushed her hand away and dashed for the latrine.Someday I’m going to have to write a book: Zen and the Art of Elimination. I usually mediated when I took a dump. Hey, we’ve got to think of something when we do our business. I figured I might as well use. It was summer and I had on a simple sundress, rather low-cut as I've always been a bit of a show-off as far as my breasts are concerned. They had developed rather nicely during my teens, quite an asset for a young woman, and I've used them to advantage ever since.Any way, we had finished the second bottle of wine, both feeling pleasant, I'm sure, I certainly was, when, we decided to call it a night. He walked me down the hall to my room and we hugged.Well, it was impossible to miss ... my. I decided to answer the door with my towel on and nothign else. I told him to wait in the other room while I changed. As I slipped the towel off I realised I had a massive hard on from the thought of being naked around him. So i decided to take fate into my hands – I sat on a chair in the middle of my room and called out ‘Come into my room’. I sat there heart racing with a massive hard on until he finally walked in. As soon as he saw me naked I said ‘come get me’. He stared for a second in. After about 5 mins of mild massaging I slowly increased my pressure but even then there was no response from her side. So I got emboldened and tried pulling her to her back but I unsuccessful and she just moved a little bit. But this allowed me to feel her other breast and I started massaging it in earnest. Maybe I got too rough but she shifted her weight a bit and was back to her original position. I got scared that maybe she had come to know as to what I was doing. But no she had just.