"She likes the feel of my hands touching her tits, my fingernails raking red trails under her tits, ... my fingers pulling on her nipples and shaking ...hem... like this." My wife's eyes closed and I saw her shudder. But I knew that Emily was not lying. I could see the blush of arousal that my wife felt. I recognized her change in breathing and the way her pulse could just be seen above her left breast.Emily stood up and stepped to the side and grabbed a handful of my wife's hair and pulled her. "What you poundin on the door for?" he said, looking down at Tim."Hey, sorry dude," Tim backed up. This had to be Brianna's date, although I can't believe she'd be dating a black guy. "I thought Heather was here. She said she was-"Terrence cut him off, "You got the wrong apartment." No I don't. Heather is Brianna's roommate." I'm telling you, you have the wrong apartment. Now don't be bangin on this door again." He slammed the door shut and Tim heard the deadbolt engage. He heard a voice from. It was Jennifer. Shit! What could I do? She knew I was home because of the phone call and my car. The apartments had marked parking spots and mine was in its proper place. Fuck! I opened the door. Jennifer looked like hell. She was rumpled, her eyes were bloodshot, her eyeliner had left tear streaks down her face, and she looked exhausted. She just stood there. I was still angry and took the hard line. ‘What the fuck do you want?’ ‘I guess I deserve that. I’m so sorry, Dennis. It’s just that….’. Please, for me - hug and kiss my sister. She thinks you are so elegant, so tall, and always so well dressed.”“Gaby, come give me a hug, Baby. You are so tall, slender, and beautiful. OH DEAR! You have such perfectly matched breasts ... I would love to be friends with you and Alice, if we can keep it private - like it is here at Rita’s, with Rachel and Guy.”“Would you really? I see Alice smiling and nodding, and I can tell you now, you can kiss me, hold me and touch me anywhere.”“Anywhere? Or.