I wanted to talk to you about something, so make yourself comfortable – maybe take a seat on the couch opposite me, take your shoes and socks off, j...st relax while I settle in.I'm on the chair facing you. That's right, sitting primly here with my knees together. I'm in that favourite little skirt you like so much, the short blue tartan one – yes, I can see you looking at it now. And my navy knee-high socks which go so well with my red heels. And to complete the look, I've got my white shirt on. Friday was one of those days for me. Finding out that I wasn't persona non grata with Chris after all had made it a pretty good Thursday night too, for that matter. The only deleterious comments were made by my penis when I grabbed him to celebrate the fact that I still had a pretend girlfriend."What? Again with the hand?" he complained."Shut up!" I barked at him. "At least you still have a breath of a chance of possibly being lucky enough to be touched by her hand some day." Promises,. "Was he heading me off with that? I wasn't sure. "You think Cindy looks good? I always wondered what she would look like with a few extra pounds… in the right places."Jack laughed. "Dude, your wife is hot! Don't tell me you want to improve on that? Don't ever suggest she get her breasts enlarged or anything like that. It would ruin it. She looks good in everything she wears."He glanced at me at the end, seeing if he had gone too far, but I was just starting. "No, I would never suggest she have. I woke up at around 2am still thinking about Sheba aunty. I knew I wanted her at any cost and this was now or never, but I had no clue what to do. I got up from my bed and made my way into her room. She was fast asleep with both her children lying next to her. I made my way towards the little space that was available on her left side and lay down there without making a sound.After around 10 minutes I gently hugged her. When there was no response or anything at all from her side, I gently.