I want to watch you touch yourself. Is that okay with you?" Yes... I think I'm up for that." Am I really though?"How would you feel about taking your ...ants off? But leave your underwear on?"I start unbuttoning and she's smiling. It feels natural; instinctive. I slide my pants to the floor and I'm sitting in a soft button-up shirt and a cotton thong."Such practical underwear," she notes. "Will you spread your legs for me and rub your clit from the outside?"I slide my hand down and stop at the. For the taps, the shower, bath, hair dryer, I barely had to do a thing. As I walked into the bathroom it lit automatically. The shower started as soon as I stepped into the cubical and the door had hissed closed behind me. The water that flowed over me was the perfect temperature and contained soap so all I had to do was wash myself.. I lathered my self all over and, as I often did, dallied a little between my legs. The combination of the heat and water always made me feel incredibly sexy and. That’s been so true and still was. This fear was nearly all consuming. Yes, watching her with him was incredibly erotic. I’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm watching her. I know that Michelle has told me many times that she loves me and will always come home to me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I may have been watching the end of our marriage. Even with that, I was already starting to get hard again from what I’d witnessed.In my reverie, I heard Kristen saying, “Are you okay?”I looked. ” And smiled at her. She decided that I was sincere and got up and I took her hand and we slipped past the kitchen and into the bedroom at the back of the apartment. When we get in there, I see that sis has already gotten everything cleaned up and packed away and the little light is on that sits on the nightstand. I take the cue and close the door gently and turn off the light. Once again, its soft glow pushes out just enough that the bed can be seen. I look at Amanda and ask her, “would you.