An urge that wasn’t known to me. An urge only understood (maybe) by a virgin.One fine evening, once again as we were alone at home, on her way out o... the home, I (clad in my usual boxers n vest) asked her what she thought of me as I stood in her personal space. On saying this, and on being so close, I started getting a raging boner. This was something that she noticed. It was then that I asked her, neigh, I challenged her to touch it. She wasn’t dumb, she took her time to talk and said, I ll. She swivelled on the bench seat and turned to face Brittany. She lifted one knee up onto the bench and crossed her ankle over her knee. Brittany was forcibly reminded of the last time Lisa had sat like that and couldn't help but peek to see if she could see Lisa's pussy.“You know, Britt, I understand that you looked at the world differently as a teenager and now you have a more mature view of the world. You can see what's actually important as opposed to the normal superficial bullshit that. She said oh hes at work like usual working long hours this time of year. I told her that sucks a wife like you he shouldnt be working long hours like that. He should be home with you. She blushed. We started to get more intimate she mentioned my wife too that she was lucky to have me. I told her no im happy to have her. I miss her during the day when im at work i usually talk to her everyday more tahn once. She said i wish my hubby would do the same usually he just sends me a text. I told her i. "Well, I'd like to keep my head clear for the work. Maybe later." "Well then, how about some Orange Juice?" she asked, and I agreed. I said I'd like to get started and asked her where the PC was. She told me it was the second door on the right down the hall, I went in there and it turned out to be the bedroom. I couldn't help but notice a huge jar of Vaseline on her bedside table, along with tubes of K-Y jelly and Astroglide. The bedsheets were red satin, and there were no blankets or.