I slide one of my hands between your legs and into your thong and start to touch you. You're soaking wet; a combination of your state of arousal and m... semen seeping out of you. I whisper in your ear, "I have an idea, I'll be right back. Take your thong off." I walk over to the bedside cabinet, open a drawer and take something out. You're still watching the couple as you lift your legs up straight like a dancer and slowly slide your tiny undies along your legs. By now the woman has turned to. Seriously, even if I had sat down with a pen and paper, I couldn’t have planned a more comprehensive fuck up of my attempt at a reconciliation. I chucked my bottle in the bin and headed as far away from as her as I could – feeling embarrassed, humiliated and like a complete numpty. I was close to tears and wanted to take it out on the gym. Stupidly, I sat on the bench and contemplated the bar, which had what looked like reasonably manageable weights at each end. This based on nothing at all,. He wanted it to happen. He needed to be lashed into excitement... for the years, the long tedious years of servitude to lonely old women had taken its toll. He craved the cry of a woman punished. He needed complete degradation of a woman, absolute domination over her before his lethargic penis would react and feel life. He looked at the bit of white cloth on the floor at his feet, the bra which kept those beautiful breasts from his sight and he smiled his cold hating smile.Carolyn shuddered. I thought I could see a wisp of pubic hair as she worked to smooth the cream on her thighs. My face turned scarlet when she looked up and smiled at me, seemingly unconcerned that I could see between her legs."Uh... thanks, good night," I stammered, that tingling feeling starting in the lower region again. I rushed out of the room and through the pouring rain to the car.It only took me a few minutes to get situated on the back seat, my blanket over me, and my throbbing erection in my hand. I.