Richard followed Danielle's perfect, naked body into the house and into the kitchen. He purposely tugged at his c**k while her back was to him to let it grow to a semi-erect state.
Danielle was not accustomed to feeling as sexually stimulated as she was without being able to have s*x. In the past, if she found herself even half as turned on as she was at the moment, she could simply have s*x with Gary and take care of her needs. This was difficult for her. It felt like a low-level sustained s****l encounter, and it wasn't going away.
In the kitchen, she retrieved the glasses.
"I like using a little extra vodka in the first one," she explained, smiling as she poured.
Richard watched, staring directly at her wobbling t**s, paying no attention to her bartending narrative. She noticed Rich
