I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, too unpatient to do more. Then I dived into my clothes and tiptoed through the hall to his door, quickly unl...cking and opening it, slipping in. I saw he was still asleep and had shed his bedcover to the floor sometime during the night. I closed the door an took a few step toward him, intend on waking him to make up for the evening before. When I got near the bed I saw that he had a hard on in his sleep. Sudenly a wicked thought struck me. Should I touch. I began by massaging her legs, her calves, and just rubbing her feet. It wasn't so intimate being she still had her work uniform on. I threw on some smooth jazz on the iPod dock my and my girlfriend use to play our fuck tunes on. The smooth jazz actually brings the stress out in her because that's what her so called husband listens to when he gets his road rage or just goes crazy on the family to call him down. As perfectly queued once the second song played she brought up her husband how he. She was slushy between her legs and wanted to feel the hardness of him so badly. And she knew it wasn't to be.Resigned to her place in life, at least for the night, she fed the fireplace another chunk of wood and curled up on the couch with a book. It was to no avail. All that could stay in her head was the forfeited plans for the night.It had been all so clear, so anticipated. The picture in her mind was that of all she had planned to do with him, for him. And, of course, his reaction to it.. I want to watch this." I'm too pooped," I said. "But Bambi does it the best. Connie, maybe if you ask real nice, she will show you."Connie looked up at Bambi and said, "Please? I'm curious." I should have you sign a waiver," Bambi said. "In case your health is not up to it. You don't have a heart condition, do you? Any tendency to fainting spells? No? Well, someone get a towel to use to muffle her screams. We don't want the neighbors calling the cops. We might get hauled off to jail —.