She pulled him closer, and wanted the concealed bulge within his pants to press firmly against her most sensitive spots. Her whole body worked to grin... herself against him slowly back and forth. He gently stopped her soft needing presses knowing just what she wanted. He wasn't willing to let her have it yet. His hands slid past her hips down to her thighs. He guided her knees to her chest. She fixed her gaze upon his eyes again, moistening her lips with her tongue. Without breaking the gaze,. Her reply was to turn her face into my shoulder and begin to cry hysterically. Not knowing what was causing the tears, all I could do was to put one arm around her shoulder to comfort her. Jeez, her body was so soft, her nipples so hard against me. If it was possible, I'd say that my cock was even harder than it had been a few moments earlier. When the sobbing ebbed, she pulled her face away from my shoulder and turned to look at me, answering my unasked question."I think Lou is ready to dump. "Go back to sleep." Sandra mumbled something incoherent and I headed to the bathroom. When I came back, Sandra had - in spite of my best efforts - come awake and was sitting up, looking around the living room rather sleepily."What time is it?" she asked."Late," I said. "Or rather, early, I guess. It's the middle of the night."She nodded. "How did the game turn out?" she asked, then grimaced theatrically when I told her. "Glad I fell asleep," she said."It wasn't pretty," I agreed. I looked. .............It was a typical Welsh summer’s day --pissing down and cold -- cold enough for the gas fire to be on.I was feeling pretty shitty as I had one of those summer colds that just hanging on and can't seem to shake...Charlie had taken our son to school so I could stay in bed and try to sleep it out...Charlie hadn’t long gone and I heard the front door open Hello!! I knew the voice and felt better already...It was Lou the babysitter --- my devious mind was working overtime!!! I always.