‘Stop yelling! Please!’ nothing is said about the fist. ‘Stop CRYING. You know it makes me feel guilty.’ Disbelief. ‘Oh what, I’m supposed...to feel bad for being upset enough to cry now? If you would just…’ ‘If I would WHAT… If I would just WHAT?!’ step towards… she holds her ground. ‘Just… TOUCH me! Some of the time! It doesn’t have to be all the time! I’m not asking you to be all over me! Just hold my hand, or put your arm around me, I don’t understand why you don’t seem to have a problem. ...but not quite to her panties. :(Again, after we had both sipped coffee a few times, I got up and changed again. In full view, she watched again.This is now a regular thing on Saturday mornings....Sandy always comes out a good 20 minutes before her hubby, sits and has coffee...paints her toe nails and such.Then last week I got real bold.As I sat at my window watching Sandy display a good bit of leg and a few panty peeks (she was doing her toe nails again) I noticed her night gown was. Because it was my job, certainly. That was the only reason. Not because I was going to get to see him naked again, while I had no panties on. I don’t know if he really would have been able to see my cunnie through my pj’s but that wasn’t the point for me. I was the one that knew I was naked underneath and that’s what I wanted. Well at the duly appointed time, at the most only a few minutes earlier. I walked into my Uncle Marks room to wake him up. Just like my mom wanted me to, right? Uncle. Then she reached for my boxers but I stopped her. I looked over the beauty of my lover, her tight body, firm breasts, her long legs. Her tan was gorgeous. Eventually I pulled off my boxers, exposing my hard cock. Marissa crawled between my legs. She stroked my cock near the base as the licked its length. Wasting no time, she soon took it in her mouth. Her perfect pink lips felt so wonderful as she sucked hard. I held her head in my hands. Marissa kept stroking before taking more of my cock in.