He sat on the edge of his bed in just his white boxers, a tent formed as his penis stood out from his body. How could he do that? I’m just feeling a bit tired, I think. He tried faking a yawn and turned to look at her as if he had just woken up from a nap. John had left enough money for them to be comfortable for a while but the grief that it had left her with was immense. She felt exhausted with the day’s events and all she could think to herself was that she should just go to sleep. It was almost intoxicating being touched by another person like that. He could feel the folds of his duvet beneath him tickle his inner thighs and in between his buttocks. He lifted his left hand behind his head to support it, his almost hairless armpit next to his face. She now held a small bit of fat around her stomach and butt that hadn’t been there previously, but all in all she thought that she held up well for someone her age.
