When the sobs abated, and the tears all but dried up, when the shaking stopped and there was nothing but the occasional sniff and sighing breath, Wendell led Gwen over to the little glass topped table that they had eaten dinner on the night before. xxx “Why am I so nervous?” Gwen whispered then smiled and whisked off to the back room to take off her apron and clean up a bit. Slowly and methodically, she undid each button, dropping lower to the next in succession until she got to her waist. After several minutes of heavy breathing and hearts pounding in their ears, Wendell noticed that his hand was grasped tightly in Gwen’s. His balls contracted as her toes brushed over his sack and then slid up the underside of his shaft to tickle at the base of his crown.
