I chatted with my wife's sister on messenger while we were both at work a couple of times about their upcoming visit (we only chatted during the day w...ile we were both at work. We promised never to do it on our home computers). They were short and sweet, but we left off with her writing... "maybe we can play if it works out." The week prior to them arriving my heart raced every day thinking about scenarios were I might get to see and touch that sexy body of hers. Our agreement of no sex, still. Richie turned to step into his room."Richie?"Richie sighed dramatically and turned, but he managed to cut off another gibe. Instead, he said nothing, a sullen look on his face."Are you heading over to Miss Davis' house today?"Richie made a face. "Nah, prob'ly not. Why?" You didn't go see her yesterday, so I was curious." How d'you know I didn't go see her, huh? You were out part of the day. Mebbe I went and fucked her a few times then."Sandra looked taken aback, but recovered quickly, her lips. She repositioned herself and shaved hisarms and chest."I need you to stand up," she whispered.Randall dutifully got to his feet, water running down his body, drippinginto the water below. His erection showing Denise she had no need to askif he was enjoying it.She proceeded to shave the rest of his body that had been previouslyunder the water line except for a small patch of pubic hair just abovethe base of the shaft."Well, since you have been so good about this, and since it will beeasier. It was an idea that was starting to sound good to me. There’s nothing like a night of finding yourself paralyzed on a bed which violently oscillates between floor and ceiling to make one less than enamored of remaining until the next night. My downstairs neighbor’s ceiling showed the effects of my bed’s repeated violent contact with my floor, and it took one healthy bribe to convince the building’s super to forget about it and replaster the ceiling. ‘Auras read and adjusted,’ read the sign in.