He did not bring his eyes up to me and I knew that he had seen quite a bit. “What were you doing in my room?” I asked, pretending to be angry tha...t he had violated my privacy. “I thought you were calling me,” he said quietly, still not bringing his eyes to mine. “I did not mean to ... I am sorry that I walked in on ... I am sorry.” “How much did you see?” I asked him curiously. “I don’t know,” he finally looked up at me. “I guess I saw enough.” Sitting down on the bed beside him I took a. ‘Your room is full of socks. Pick them up!’ Indeed, the floor of the room is littered with socks: woollen socks, nylon socks, long socks, short socks, odd socks. The woman hesitates, and then, when she’s sure that she hasn’t misunderstood him, she complies with his wish, bending over at the waist to gather them up, one by one. As she grapples with her hands on the floor for socks he can see how the skirt of her dress rises up behind her, and he can feel the beginning of arousal. ‘Turn around,. He reached around and cupped my breast with both hands, gently massaging my breast and teasing my nipples. I let out a soft moan and his lips met my neck. He slipped his hands under the rim of my bra exposing my breast. He continued to tease my nipples as he licked the nape of my neck. He guided my bra above my head and it landed on the floor beside my shirt. He slid his lands down my stomach and into my pants. I could feel his cock hard pressed up against my ass. He eased my pants off and let. .leaving Cindy totally frustrated. So, sex with her husband was (for him, at least) just a form of masturbation; and her vagina was merely the instrument for doing so; and she'd feel used, rather than loved, or valued, or cherished, or even lusted after! With Willis, none of the above applied. With Willis, Cindy felt very much desired, and cherished, and valued. Willis quite literally lavished every bit of his sexual energies onto her---and even when he came (which, in contrast to her husband,.