Then I asked her ” you might be having those experiences all the time”And with a frown face she replied ” no not really, my husband is out of to...n a lot and when he is here, he is only up for normal things inside the bedroom and nowhere else” there is no spark and I am often left out lonely, she added.Since she was sad, I offered her a hug to make her feel better.The hug was amazing. She pressed her entire body on me and I was instantly turned on when I felt her pointy nipples and soft amazing. Had to come straight from the office, hence the battledress. Could I get a vodka and tonic?’ Years of cooking for Tilly had made me aware of the corporate life’s vicissitudes and so I’d done something that would keep if she were late. Good job, too. She was wearing a dark blue business skirt suit with heels, stockings and cream blouse. Very nice. I’d done the ‘I’m not a housewife’ thing and worn a knee length red shirt-waister. I poured her drink and she sat taking a long draught of it. Secondly, I was concerned that, with all precautions, and the regrettable but necessary employment of Captain Condom’s clever prophylactics, she might fall for a child. I had never tried a condom, but my friends told me that even with the use of cold cream or macassar oil, the sheep-gut of which they were made, chafed the tender skin of the penis, and they were difficult to put on and take off. One reason above all made me willing to make the attempt and hang the consequences. This was that as. Your feet being finished you feel the hands work your calves and move up to your thighs rubbing and kneeding them deeply all the way to the bottom of your cheeks squeezing the tops of your thighs pulling the muscles in different directions. In your semi conscious state you instinctively raise your hips slightly to give more access to your inner thighs, knowing this the hands rub between your legs right up so there lightly brushing against your lace thong each time sending tiny electric shocks.