"Good boy, admitting you're a bad boy."

Her hand left my chest and I groaned loudly when she found my cock and squeezed it through my jeans.

"Oh, a very bad boy!"

She began rubbing my cock through my pants and no longer able to hold back, I put my hands on her soft hips.

“That's it, you can touch me anywhere you want to." She smiled up at me.

My hands trembling nervously, I slid them up her sides and stopped just below her tits.

“Go ahead," she whispered in my ear, “Grab my tits, feel them the way you've always wanted to." She gave my neck a soft kiss that caused my cock to twitch, under her touch, "The way I want you to."

I hesitated for a moment, but when Melanie kissed my neck again, this one ending with her tongue teasing along my shoulder, I slipped my hands under her round heavy breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze.

‘Hmm," she sighed in my ear, “The nipples, honey, play with my nipples."

Still through the nightie, I found her hard nipples with my thumbs and began rubbing them. Melanie moaned in my ear and I gasped when she began rubbing my cock harder.

“That's it, baby. Play with them, they're all yours! I'm all yours, foo”

She stopped speaking when my hands stopped moving. Over her shoulder I had just caught a glimpse of a picture of her and Joe on her bureau.

“What's the matter?" she asked, "Are you shy honey, do you need me to..?"

“W...what about Joe?"

I stepped back and dropped my hands from her amazing tits. Melanie shrugged, “We're not going to tell him, Phil.”

“Yeah, but it's not right."

“Says who?" putting her hands on my shoulders, she began speaking softly, “Look, honey, this will be perfect for both of us. I get to thank you for all you've done for us and you get to have something you've always wanted."

"I...I'm not sure."

Well that was partly a lie, my cock was pretty damn sure, throbbing painfully and begging to be released from my jeans.

“Besides, Phil, you Like to help don't you?"

"sure."

“Well, I need help."

Pressing against me, her hand once again found my cock and right or wrong there was no way I could find the will to move her hand.

Instead I closed my eyes as her hand slowly stroked me through my pants.

"I'm Lonely Phil, I'm Lonely and I'm horny. It's been a long time for me and I need it."