I’m not a lesbian, but right then I would have loved to have been able to feel her. Her skin looked so smooth and her body so firm! I’m not sure h...ow much of my reaction was sexual and how much it was just a desire to feel a beautiful thing – male, female or inanimate!’ ‘Damn, I wish I could have been there to see that!’ ‘Yeah, I’m sure!’ ‘Any way you can arrange that when you see her tomorrow?’ ‘Oh, I don’t think so, honey. She doesn’t know how much she’s showing, but, even so, having you. I could see it pointing out under her pyjama.Some moments later she woke up so I put my hand on her belly under her shirt feeling her smooth skin…So I pushed my hand a little bit down just to slip under the edge of her trousers and panties… mmm how much I love that feeling when my fingers touch her grown back hair at the side of her TRIMMED pussy…After that my hand didn’t get lower but instead rised up till the curve of her TINY tits… I love stopping my hand there and feeling my wife so. Without bothering to close the door he crossed the room to stand in front of me.Without taking his eyes off of me, he leaned in and pushed down the shoulders of my nightgown exposing my naked tits. With just the slightest touch, he circled each of my nipples, just once, with his thumbs. He pulled his faded blue t-shirt off over his head dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. Next, still without speaking, he opened his trousers, pulled out his cock, and started stroking it until it grew hard. We smoke a cigarette and smile about the unspoken achievement. We fall into a contented sleep again, our hands joined mutually and our dream the same. My waking thought doesn’t have a word I can use to describe it as I feel your tongue and fingers on my sopping pussy, you’re breathing in the scent of your own juices and licking them from me. I spread my legs instinctively wider for you and moan gratefully my eyes still closed. I imagine what your tongue looks like on me and your fingers they.