Having just come from a shoot featuring a Jean Harlot pose, a '53 Buick and an English chalet, all I want is to do is slip into bed right next side to him. My shoulders are so tired and my legs are sunburned from the rays of the flood lights used to capture the grille of the Roadmaster. I had already removed the makeup from my face so it was simply a matter of slipping out of my blouse and shorts and slipping into bed.

I quietly slid under the sheets without waking him. He looks so sullen in his sleeping pose. As I crept next to him I noticed his left arm was extended in my direction so I stopped right next to it, freeing my breast which I smooshed under me on the way over.

My eyes were closed but I couldn't fall asleep. I lowered my breast on his rigid arm and he never budged out of his sound sleep. That got me to thinking if he'd stir at all if I took his arm in both hands and rubbed myself slowly and tenderly against his forearm. I used ever so little pressure at first but with each undulation I pressed harder against that arm. Bang zowie - now I am falling asleep.

Over in the corner, the explanation sticks to what flowed. Blood numbers and wake up vim/vigor said go with the arm hump from her standpoint. Sheree was there for immaculata as our witness.