As I opened the zipper, I had a naughty, evil, sexy idea. After pulling afew things out of my lingerie drawer I slipped my white, terry cloth robeover... my naked body and went back out in the living room.Seeing that I had not changed clothes, his face fell. "Is somethingwrong?" he asked."No, everything is fine," I answered."I thought you were going to slip into something more comfortable?" askedDrew."I will if you will," I said mischievously. The look of puzzlement on hisface was priceless. Not. I sit there and eat alone, having a glass of dark red wine. I know he’s fucking someone now. I take off my pants and start fingering my pussy as I finish eating alone. That bastard.It is a couple of hours later when I hear him come in the door. The food has been in the refrigerator for a while. I am lying in bed naked. I can hear him rummaging around. He gets a beer out of the fridge and starts drinking it, watching TV. I start masturbating again, rubbing my pussy, stroking myself until my cunt. I ask you questions to further my understanding... As I ask questions and listen to you, I keep my gaze focused on your eyes... Under the blanket, your hands smooth over my breasts, exciting my nipples. They pebble under my dress. Your hands cup the weight of me; you squeeze and rub your thumbs against the hardened tips. I try to keep my breathing calm, but I can't stop panting and leaning into your magical hands... It feels so good. You pinch my nipples and I lean into you, my hands clutching. . right?Well, there was a little complication, it seemed. The whole gizmo Foster had built, which had done something it wasn't supposed to do at all, was now a pile of smoking, molten wreckage. And when she found out she wasn't going anywhere ... well Tuesday can be difficult when she's unhappy.But life goes on, as they say. Grandfather had rooms, so she moved into one of them while she supervised Mr. Foster's replication of his machine. I say "supervised" there, but in all honesty, while her.