I could not contain myself.- Natasha! I want to see you naked!She looked at me, a shy smile in the corners of her mouth and glitter in her eyes. She s...tood like that for little while as we both looked at eachother. Then she put her hands up behind her neck to open up the zip at her back.She was flat like a board in her tight dress, now slighly pulled up by her movement, I could almost spot her panties. Or tangas? Most of all, I could see her dark aerolas through the fabric and her nipples. Let me get Jim out the door and I will be right down. Why don’t you go downstairs and stretch and warm up?” I caught Jim smiling at this situation. After Stephen went downstairs, Jim whispered to me, “Don’t put anything else on. Spot him in your nightshirt and panties.” I looked at Jim, questioning, but he gave me the look telling me this is what he wanted me to do. And dutifully, I knew I would do just that. Jim left and I headed down the stairs to the basement, my pulse racing and my nipples. I look down between her legs as she is doing as well and I see her dark golden wee splashing in to the bowl, I can feel my cock stirring in my boxers as she looks at me watching her wee.“Do you like that” she said“I do”She had stopped by now and starts to stand up straight again“Pass me some paper please”I passed the paper and watched as she dried her fanny, maybe’s a bit more suggestive than usually. She walks from the toilet “Come here kiss me, hold me” I can’t stop my hands touching her,. He was in terrific shape and could play tennis 4 hours straight, without a second thought. No, the tired he felt could be found at the back of his throat, deep in his stomach and in the back of his eyes where tears are formed. He closed his eyes and sighed….. He opened the car door and walked into his home. It was still and quiet. It unnerved him. His arrival in the evenings usually set off a whirlwind of controlled chaos. His boys would somehow find their way to the door before he could even.