He was very sneaky about it too. He knelt down at the side of the bed and ever so slowly he slid his hand under the covers toward her pussy. I couldn�...�t see what he was doing but I could hear her moan. As her moaning got louder he got scared and withdrew his hand then he was gone. The bastard brought her to the brink of orgasm and then left her high and dry. Then in her sleep I saw a lump under the covers going toward her pussy to give it the relief that it needed.That morning Crystal called me. “Hi, Katie. Are you okay?”“I’m fine. We just landed in Phoenix. Tyler, is everything okay with you?”“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?”“I don’t know. I just got these weird feelings about halfway through the flight here that made me think you were ... I don’t know, fearful is the best way I can describe it. Did something happen?”Fearful. Apprehensive. Concerned. All would have been appropriate terms for how he had been feeling since realizing that he may have placed Katie into the crosshairs of whoever. It seemed that there was nothing she wouldn't do for me, sexually or otherwise. In those days, Ellen was the complete package -- smart, caring, gorgeous (in a Playboy centerfold way) and passionate. In some ways more passionate than me, labouring as I was under the weight of my prudish upbringing. I'd had no idea at the time just how good I had it.It wasn't that way anymore in 2004. We seemed to be drifting apart. Ellen's caring had seemed to shift to the kids, her passion toward her career. I. Diana managed to keep hers to a small "Urrrk" with a painfully straight face. Then the mother in her awoke. "Are you hurt? Are any of those scratches deep? Did you put antibiotic ointment on them? Maybe I need to look at them," she said, preparing to stand."No My Queen. My injuries are superficial, and I had enough of the small Band Aids, but I anticipate that I will need more in the future. And I did employ the ointment I discovered in the first aid kit in my bathroom."Diana relaxed, realizing.