Don't worry, I won't do anything. I just miss being held at night from time to time and, yes, I miss the other things too. Harry is the only man who e...er made love to me."Josie turned red. "Oh, Ellen, I didn't think. I'm so sorry." She wrapped her arms around her friend in a tight hug. "I was so ecstatic to be with him again that I just did not think how this would affect you. What can we do?" Nothing, Josie. I certainly won't come between you." Ellen's friendly smile did not belie the sadness. She wore a white, baggy, sleeveless blouse, and red shorts that reached almost to her knees, one foot was encased in a walking boot and she leaned on two crutches. She was Chris’ old German teacher, who came to Lawrence many years before as the bride of a professor, widowed relatively young, and raised a family herself. Her face belied her age: she had an ageless beauty similar to Helen Mirren, Meryl Streep or Susan Sarandon. Chris paused to see her reach awkwardly across her body and drop her. I slid a finger inside myself before sliding my hand higher. My fingers found my clitoris which had swelled up to join the party. I had become an expert at masturbating myself to orgasm and my rubbing, combined with a brief mental visit to servicing Mike on the couch, brought me to orgasm quickly. I rolled over onto my side. That felt good. But it wasn’t what I needed.June’s words popped into my head. “Just make sure you are getting what you need as well.”Good advice June. Good advice.I. As if Amjad was just waiting for that comment, he quickly get rid of everything except his boxers which was struggling to keep his tool hidden. Rashida pushed me from behind and asked me to sit at the edge of the bed and she did the same and set down next to me. She must have noticed surprise in my eyes so lift my hand and put it on Amjad’s boxers. Wow! It was burning hot. I tried to pull it back.Rashida: Dear you are now here in front of my hubby. I have enjoyed him for years and can assure.