Facing the bathroom mirrors, she opened the towel like a Central Park flasher and inspected her body. Blushing slightly, she admired her full breasts ...Yes- 36, why do you ask?), light brown dollar sized (and I’ll give you change back) nipples, conservatively trimmed V and, her straight, firm legs. Not a bad body for a thirty year old, not bad at all, she thought, then dismissed the thought quickly. With a sigh, she closed the towel and shook her wet hair back. She dressed in white cotton. I hadn’t been thinking about my husband’s confiding to his friend what he should’ve been discussing intimately with me. But the comment sure popped back into my mind as a pair of feet tiptoed to the bed. I decided in a flash that I needed to firmly take the initiative. I had an inspiration to perform oral sex as an instantaneous surprise, and I would’ve given my husband the BJ if it had been him coming into my bed – but it wasn’t.A woman can recognize her man by many things, and sight need not. This constant war between mind and body is exhaustive and the longer it goes on the more you become worn down until one day you realize it's plain stupid.It was during such a violent thunderstorm I experienced as a girl, I climbed into my Grandparents bed, and wriggled between them both.That early morning I awoke with the most wondrous of feelings, I now know I experienced a wet dream, that most perfect of orgasms, flawless in its execution and blameless in the eyes of nature, God, and man.I. (Someone has forgotten to tell me how beautiful I am.) I continue down pulling your shirt apart to reveal your chest lightly raking it with my nails before attacking your nipples with my mouth. I treat each one in turn to a cycle of tongue thrashing and nibbling before finishing them off with a caress of smoke. Moving still lower I flick my tongue into your cute little belly button while using my nails to visit scratches and pinches to your still aroused nipples. I can feel your cock stir.