.okay honey... goodbye!"Rose dashed into the bedroom and got ready. She was going to wear a thin bathrobe and nothing else. Rose got the last two beer...s out of the refrigerator and went out to the back porch. It was dark and quiet back there, even the security light was out.Rose settled into a comfortable chair and waited. Rose lit a cigarette, one of the five a day she had allowed herself in an effort to quit the habit slowly. What if this k** was just screwing around with her? Making her sit. No more early alarms, commuter trains to catchand those dull after work drinks full of football chat, cars and girls.Now simple pleasures of admiring little budding roses from my littlebox bedroom.Pink bedsheets on my single bed seemed so innocent at first, surely alittle joke or phase with Rachel but now was a constant reminder forme. The first few nights sleep had been fitful but my wife said I wouldsettle and I had to my surprise. The single bed if anything seemedquite big now and the deep. She reached behind her back; unclasped the straps and the bra was discarded. There was another round of applause and cheers from my buddies.I moved next to her. I stood behind her and once again she raised her hands behind her head while I cupped her round boobs.My erection was huge in my trousers and I could not resist pushing my groin against her buttocks. As I fondled her tits I rubbed my hard dick up and down against her black thong. I noticed most of my mates were now rubbing their own. He was appropriate. He put on a shirt and put a pillow and a few shirts in between us on the bed. I fell into a deep sleep that first night. When I awoke the next morning, my brother was tapping me on the shoulder, telling me I should leave.I didn't want to; I was tired and also didn't want to be alone. He agreed to let me stay, but only if it was just this one time. I agreed, but deep down couldn't imagine that thought. The next evening, I came into his room - the door was open - and asked if.