The alarm on Tammy Harris' iPhone went off waking her from her naughty slumber. She had a t-shirt and panties on. Those panties were now wet from that... dream she had. She put her hand down her panties and fondled herself briefly, breathing harder. Tammy was by herself that night. Her husband, JD, worked the night shift. Their two kids were asleep. With her naughty thoughts about her husband quickly coming to her head, Tammy bit her plump lip and looked for her favorite toy. Her favorite toy. "I should have an old t-shirt somewhere in my wardrobe." Alright, good night dad." I smiled."Good night, Emily."---I was stretched on out my dad's king sized bed. I couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. It made me wonder how he must have felt every night that he spent alone in this bed. I felt some sort of empathy towards him. I got out of bed and stretched. I had to see how he was doing.I quietly made my way into the living room. My dad was stretched out on the sofa. He must have. You know... comfort others. But my wife understands and accepts it."Bernice Bartlett was confused. She had turned slightly away from her minister and her loosely belted robe had fallen open. One of his hands was now on the bare, opulent flesh of her breast, caressing and hefting its heavy, pliant mass. She was sure that he meant nothing sexual by his actions but his caresses were re-igniting the fire in her loins that her fingers had briefly quenched."Please Reverend... like... what do you. I’m Andy Trainor.”“I’m Beverly Guerin. I’ve heard about you, too.”“I deny it all.” Beverly laughed, which was a good sign. Leaving her laughing, they went for punch and then for a dance. Dancing with Marilyn was always a pleasure, but the dances during which he could hold her were a greater pleasure. Before one of these, however, they were interrupted.“Look,” one of the girls said, “let me dance with your boyfriend,”“Sure, Donna.”“Donna, might I have the pleasure of this dance?” If Marilyn.