It took a little before he noticed Casey beside him, awake and looking concerned. “Are you ok?” she whispered. “Yeah,” he responded shakil..., “it was just a bad dream. What are you doing here?” “I came to cuddle with you, silly, “ she said. “I’m sorry for dozing off on you there.” “It’s ok,” Ethan said, as he wrapped his arm around Casey, giving her a squeeze. This apparently prompted her to roll on top of him. She kissed him and then began playing with the sides of his stomach. . ) I placed my hard-on smack dab on the glass once more. “That's might not be the best way to tell. Here's a towel . . .” She opens the stall door! And hands it to me. I see, that she is wearing her white silk robe, unusual for this time of day, but not unheard of on a Sunday afternoon. Still . . . I begin to dry myself. “Would you like me to do that? Give me the towel.” I step out dripping on the rug, This is more like it! She uses it on my head, but then steps back to survey my. For him it probably was. Once we were on the floor, we went into the home theater. He carefully looked it over he spent a great deal of time with the equipment. Then we moved to the two smaller bedrooms (though smaller is a misnomer). Ending our journey of the upper floor in the master bedroom.A gasp escaped his mouth as we passed the threshold of the room. He beheld the room, taking a slow tour of connecting bathroom, sauntering into the massive walk in closets. He then opened the balcony. ” “Well, that’s all to the benefit of men like me then, innit?” I felt myself blushing at the thought that he’d seen everything I had, I now felt even more excited.“Come in here look,” he said, “my name’s John.” He pronounced it ‘Jahn’ so I knew he was Cornish like me. “See, this is the back bedroom like, I sleeps here while I’m working at the cottage, that’s my bed.” It was a steel army type bed that had a spring on it with a mattress on top. “That’s real comfortable that is, go on lie down.