With the mood set, I bring one of the candles back to the bed with me. I strip down naked, allowing you to watch me. Your eyes grow wide, and your coc...k begins to stiffen. I move up between your legs, candle in hand, I smile at you. I lift the candle high above you, and tip it over your chest; just a few drops are dribbled from the holder. Your gasp and giggle are cute, but followed by a moan, I drip a few more drops. I watch your reactions, and I can tell all you want to do is be freed, so you. My fingers move to my wet slit, sliding along it, I spread my wetness to my clit, spreading my thighs more. I moan. My fingers feel so good there. I rub faster, arching my back. I lean my head back, my eyes closed, biting my lip."Mmm." I hear your low groan and open my eyes and look at you to see that you're unzipping your pants. I lick my lips. "Your turn. Touch yourself." I utter.Your take your cock in your hand and start stroking it for me. I moan more and spread my legs further, sliding my. The idyllic vision conjured up by that scenario was shattered rather quickly by the realization that she had ruined any chance of Glen impregnating her. She had probably ruined any chance of him even talking to her. She had been half asleep while musing, but a new wave of nausea had her on her feet rushing for the toilet once again.When she was back in bed, shaky from her throes, Julie fantasized about getting married to Glen. It struck her that he was her only hope - her only chance of escape. She then unbuckled the belt around her waist and anxiously began to take off her pants. As they dropped at her ankles, she noticed a stain in the front of her underwear, in the shape of a wet ‘V,’ but she didn’t care. The thoughts of Ben Marshall’s handsome face that kept traveling around in her mind refused to allow Janet to stop and meditate on such frivolous things as stained underwear, which fell quickly to the floor once Janet slid them off of her waist. So with nothing on but a sweater,.