"But friendship is all there is, for you. Is that it?"Stan looked down, "Yes, she's great, but..." But she's not your girlfriend," interrupted Elizabe...th. "Well, like I said, you're jumping to conclusions. But if you're right, you know you're going to have to tread carefully, Stan. She's never told me about it, but I've seen that she's been hurt before. If friends is all you can be with her, but she wants more — 'Case Not Proven, ' as they say in Scotland — you'll need to be very gentle in. The result was that Stan always left her sexually frustrated and unfulfilled. The result was always the same, leaving her with a craving for orgasmic release. The only way was to wait until she heard Stan snoring. She’d quietly slip out of bed and creep to the laundry, open the back door and let Toby in. Sex with Toby always left her sexually satisfied if it hadn’t been for that fateful afternoon she would have continued in an unfulfilled married life. Sex with Toby was to be very. Everyone did as she said except for me. The door locked because I wanted it to. I gently rubbed her back. Ms. Amara released the trashcan from her hold. I removed her morning sickness. Another long-awaited fantasy was about to come true. She looked relieved. “Wow, I feel better instantly. How did you do that?” Ms. Amara questioned. My hands were busy massaging her silky back. “Massages have been known to remedy many ailments,” I lied. A soft moan escaped her throat. “Anything you can do to fix. “Rich, Tory, come to bed.” Both of us looked at each other for a moment. Renee’s voice had a sexy tone to it, yet it sounded like a command. Neither of us said a word, and got up and headed for the bedroom. As we walked in the room, Renee was sitting on the edge of the bed, in a very sexy blue nightie, she had purchased at the Hustler store. She looked really hot, as it was sheer see through. We could see her nipples were hard, and her large 40d breasts looked magnificent and firm for any.