Debbie, naturally, agreed to stay, and they both settled on the sofa to watch.Debbie, naturally, agreed to stay, and they both settled on the sofa to watch. About halfway through the first quarter, Debbie let out an anguished moan and started to rub her left tit through her blouse and bra. Apologizing, she started to leave the room. Ken asked what was wrong and she relayed a made-up story about a breast aneurysm that could occasionally be painful. She told him that she would have to massage it for about half an hour before the pain would subside. Ken told her to relax, that he was super-happily married, and that she could probably stay in the same room and massage it without fear of being attacked by him. She asked if he was really under control, because she would like to remove her bra and blouse if it was safe. He told her to go ahead. His dick started to get hard as he watched her, out of the corner of his eye, strip off her top and massage herself. Debbie's nipple became erect, and she occasionally stopped to tug at it in a casual, relaxed manner. |