‘Sleep well?’ I asked, returned the kiss. ‘Like a log. That bed’s marvellous. Plenty of room as K9 found out during the night. Gave us both a...shock when he jumped on the bed and didn’t like being told to get off and go to his basket,’ she laughed. I made four coffees and she took two through to the other bedroom as I took two upstairs. My erection had subsided whilst I smoked my cigarette but it came up again as I saw Carol stretched out on the bed with her legs wide open and a big smile on. We chatted for well over an hour before I decided to get some sleep. I wanted to be fresh for work in the morning. Anya wished me goodnight and lightly stroked my forearm as I left the bar.Sometime later, around midnight, I was awakened by a tapping on my door. I sleep naked so had to grab a bath sheet from the bathroom to hide behind whilst I opened the door. It was Anya. She explained that she was unable to get to sleep and wondered if I was still up and wanted to chat. Not sure if I wanted. My sexual urge was easily pushing aside my ideas of sleep. I touched his shoulders and ran my fingers down the ridges on his arm. My next move was critical, nothing too abrupt, as I wanted to respect his sleep. I was not in the mood for a hard fuck and decided to go with the subtle approach. My fingers traced the muscles of his bicep; to his back, down to his thigh. I searched for the hot spots that would turn him on. Oddly, they are not always in the same place, none-the-less easy to find. I. Well my fantasy woman, then I found the pictures and thought it was my chance to be with..."She sat back in her chair and starred at me. "Is that the truth? You wanted to be with me because you think I'm so beautiful? For Christ's sakes I'm 38 years old and the mother of your best friend and you wanted to sleep with me? Bullshit, don't lie to me Greg." I'm not lying, that's what I have thought about ever since I started high school." Your fantasy... oh really? Then that means you've jacked off.