Watson, I am so sorry... it wasn't right for me to come down and invade your space,” I said apologetically as my pussy starting to flow again."It's ...kay Lexi, since I was under the covers I just started doing it again... I shouldn't have," he said, sensing the situation was being defused. "No really, it was my fault, I shouldn't have invited myself to sit down," I said, hoping to ease his mind again, and then I poured the naive on again as I said, “Mr. Watson, my boyfriend says if a guy is,. The problem wasthat he wasn't permitted to go there without asking first, and when hedared to do that, his wife inevitably made him feel like he was beingdifficult.Once he had taken the snacks around and the three ladies had selectedwhat they wanted and put it on their plates, he placed the tray back onthe table. He turned to his wife, to see if she needed him to doanything else. Maybe she would let him wait in another room. Or evenexcuse him altogether. Instead, she shifted her attention. We both know what I want. I want you to tell me what YOU want."She groaned in frustration. "You knoww-w what I want."He spoke lovingly in her ear, softly stroking the pink blush of her ass. "Say it, Allie. I need you to say it. Say it for us."And then she did. "I WANT him to FUCK me." Smiling, he beckoned me closer. I stood at the foot of the bed, watching as she lifted her head and blindly sought out his lips. Her kiss was long and fierce. She drove her tongue deep into his mouth, and ended it. I looked around my bedroom in desperation, but saw nothing that would satisfy me. I needed something nice and wide with a gentle curve, and I thought of the bananas sitting on the kitchen counter. I hoped my family was asleep, but in case they weren't, I slipped on shorts and a t-shirt. I could feel my thin athletic shorts sticking to my pussy lips, holding tight to the juices leaking out, and the thin cotton of my shirt clung to my hard nipples and rubbed against them as I tiptoed up the.