"Good question," he said. "As a matter of fact, it's quite logical. We're both happily married, love our spouses, and practice fidelity. Add this to t...e fact that we know each other for over a year now, have spoken on the phone and we trust each other. Couldn't get much more safe than that Sarah." "God Jeff, I don't know," I hesitated. Jeff added, "Look but don't touch must be the rule." 'The looking but no touching' was a governable factor which somehow justified any thoughts of cheating in. Amna had not yet learnt to really enjoy sex. She was always somewhat distant from the intimate activity centred on her cunt or breasts. The latter still caused her anxiety (particularly with regard to what her family might think of them) and much of Fatima’s lovemaking concentrated on trying to persuade her that her newly enlarged breasts made her much more sexy and attractive. Privately, Fatima wondered herself on the wisdom of the operation. Amna was so self-conscious about them that rather. Not wanting to have to explain, I quickly shook her hip. "Emily, wake up. Emily," I said softly, not wanting to jar her from her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled at me."Hey," she said drowsily. "Your program over?" I nodded, although truth be told I had no idea, I'd turned the television off twenty minutes ago."Yeah... I'm heading to bed, and you said to wake you up before I did." Thanks," she grumbled. "I need to change."Watching as she rifled through her suitcase and pulled out a. I could feel her watching me as I was cleaning the oven. I've been with a couple of women before when I was in my twenties. I knew what she was after, or thought I did.We sat on the sofa and had a chat for about 20 minutes, nothing major, just girltalk. She asked me if the money she gave me was enough for me, and did I want to earn any extra. I knew that look she gave me, I knew she had something in mind. She was having some friends over for a dinner party later in the week and asked if I.