Not wanting to cause any further discomfort, Roger slowly withdrew even though he was an inch or so short of being completely inside. He pulled out un...il only his crown was still lodged inside. He leaned over, his pectoral muscles rubbing against Elizabeth's back, encircling her in his arms. His left hand cupped her left breast, alternating between pulling on her puffy nipple and scrunching her flesh with his powerful grip. The other hand drifted underneath her, drawing circles around her clit. Relentlessly, his tongue probed the inner recesses of her open neckline. He could feel her pulse racing, as he tenderly kissed along and down her neck."His hands - where are his hands? The octopus," she thought, emerging from her sensual haziness. "God help me, my dress is wide open. Aahhh, I did it myself - what a slut I am," she postulated, as if reciting a familiar lament to herself.His hands passed smoothly, quietly, and quite undisturbed down the face of her breasts, stopping only to open. My hair tumbled down around my face as it pulled through the opening, and it took me a moment to brush it out of my eyes. Vision unimpeded again, I glanced up to see Alistair staring at me, naked appreciation written all over his strong features. He still held the tunic in his hands, and his gaze roamed over my body like mine had done to his earlier.I giggled as I took the tunic from his unresisting fingers and tossed it off the bed to land, unheeded, on the floor. When I looked again, his gaze. Jessie still swore to the girls their father was responsible for everything, and since he never tried to dissuade them, they weren’t sure, but he suspected they knew more than they let on. He thought they knew their mom had been unfaithful. He was pretty sure at least Dorothy knew that.Gary was in his old den just wiping down the walls when he noticed their old wedding album lying on the floor behind the sofa. Jessie often slept on that sofa so she must have gotten the album out at some time..