Working silently, he walked around to the other side of the bed, and restrained her right wrist with another silk scarf. While he was tying her, he wa...tched her face. Her lips remained parted, a nervous tongue licking them to keep them moist. Her breaths were coming fast and were quite shallow, and Lila suspected her heart was racing. He leaned over her again and kissed her, lingering longer than before. Lila could see that Janet was quite aroused by the situation. The first button of her dress. She had worn soft silk that glided over her tender skin, its very fragile hold around her frame a reflection of her fragility in his arms. He had wanted to reach out and embrace her, to hold her tightly to him and squeeze her – to smell her perfume drifting across his face, to feel her softness against his cheek, against his lips. He wanted to feel the palms of his hands on her skin, to feel the warmth of the touch tingle his senses, and he felt aroused and needed to feel her womb grip hold of. She had taken off the dress and set it aside carefully, so she was buck naked. She was curled up comfortably her head on my pillow. Her eyes were closed but I knew that she must have been awake. I’m a very quiet man when I move around and I knew that I didn’t make any noise that would have caused her to wake. With a soft moan and a sigh she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. I didn’t mean to stare, but this was probably the strangest thing that has ever happened to me and I wasn’t. “When did she get up here?” I wondered, because the seat beside me was empty when I had dozed off.I looked at the lady. She was middle aged, but dressed fashionably in jeans and T-shirt. My curiosity drew me towards her breasts. They were huge.“She must be nursing a baby,” I guessed. Even so, I could not ignore her. I kept stealing glances at her beautiful face and huge breasts while she was blissfully sleeping.I looked around. Everybody were sleeping. It was 2.00 AM. My cock stirred at the.