"Help me," Joan whispered to her. "Oh, help me, darling." Without a moment's hesitation, Laura did as she was asked. She felt strangely relaxed and pe...ceful, as if she were a small child again, protected by Joan's comforting arms. Then she complied with Joan's request, lifting her arms to let the other woman slip her dress off. And when Joan reached around to unhook the straps of her bra, she didn't object.Docile and compliant, Laura sat as Joan cupped one of her small, firm breasts with one. He’d always been there, close and caring, whenever she needed a friend, needed a shoulder to cry on, just like tonight. Because, because he loves me. A new emotion suddenly swept over her, a sensation that had nothing to do with friendship. She no longer just needed Mike—she wanted him. Slipping both hands behind his neck, she pulled his face to hers. Tilting her head, she began kissing her best friend. When their lips finally parted, their eyes opened, and they looked at one another. There. At least she isn’t alone. She skirts around Harlan’s body and settles next to the girl. “You okay?”Caprice groans and nods. Kate helps her to her feet. Except for the small cut on her head, the girl seems to be fine. “Harlan saved me,” she mumbles. “Is he...” That is when she sees the man still lying flat on the ground.“He’s dead,” Kate says in a whisper. “And if we don’t get out of here, we are too.” She grabs the girl’s arm and starts to pull her toward the jungle.“What about Gunnar?” Caprice. It was hard to watch your wife struggling to achieve a much needed orgasm, and being left wanting. Again he left as soon as he was done. (This will not do) We had known he had to go interstate for a month or more, which gave us time to come to terms with all of this. I did find it difficult trying to get my head around seeing my wife enjoy another man. I was torn between excitement and jealously. She was craving his return, she plays a game with me about not wanting all of this and.