So that was that, or was it. I had to have some relief, so I lay there, my hand down my pants, just gently touching my pussy. One of my husband’s fa...ourite things is to watch me touching myself. I know, as well, that, after a skinful of beer, he doesn’t sleep soundly. He’s continually twitching.So, instead of trying to disguise what I was doing, I exaggerated my movements. As I played, I moved my elbow which moved the duvet cover ever so slightly. I lifted one knee which obviously pulled the. While my roots are deep back home, even the mightiest Oak tree can succumb to nature. Could I actually do it? Uproot myself and be here? Or is this just another wild imagination of mine?“Drew, when talking to my friend, she asked me what I knew about you. Not the general stuff. Where you come from? I know that. The United States of America. She was asking me what I knew about you as a person. Who you are? How you became who you are? The reason I took you in here was so we could talk. Probably. I must confess I love eyeing up all the women around about me. Casting my eye over their pretty faces, imagining the feel of their soft hair in my hands, the smell of their perfume as I move close to them. Then my eyes will wander down and absorb the curves of their breasts, glancing at that delicious cleavage, possibly even spying the nipples protruding through her top. Then my eyes move down to check out her ass and finally her crotch, imagining if she has a shaved pussy, or a thin pubic. Ted had thought out his agenda very carefully, and had shared with Emily his plans to gradually distance himself emotionally from his wife, and then ask for a separation, followed by a divorce. It wouldn’t seem rushed, and Emily and Ted both hoped it wouldn’t appear to have been planned. Then, over time, Ted and Emily would let the outside world gradually see them become closer, and it would appear that a friendship was growing into the next natural step. They had long talks about many.