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I only kept the sheet over my lower half, I know he was looking at my boobs each morning in the tight tee shirt which showed the imprint of my excited...nipples. I rather enjoyed the attention I knew I was causing.As I sipped my coffee, I often played a game with him, without his knowing of course, of rubbing myself to orgasm with one hand under the covers and a knee raised to disguise my self-pleasuring. Did he know? I really didn't try to keep it completely from his knowledge, I really did. A minute later she was bawling her eyes out, and I was holding her tight, trying to comfort her. I struggled to find the right words to apologize for opening up such a deep wound.Betty let go of me and sat back, dabbing her eyes with tissues she’d pulled from a box on the coffee table. “No, Laura, I’m glad I showed you the photos. I feel so much better for confiding in you. It’s taken a weight off my mind.”“Any time, Betty. Whatever I can do. Do you mind me asking if this is still going on?”“I. More

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