I told her I was going to see what was on tv and walked away. I could feel her eyes on my butt as I moved toward the couch. I sat down and began surfing and she sat next to me. Closer than usual, for sure. 'Let me flick,' she asked, hand out reaching for the remote. It was inches away from my pecker; the thin meterial of my boxers perfectly accentuating the shape of my stiff dick. As Wendy took the remote, I caught her looking right at it. Then she re-focused on the tv. 'What's on pay per view?' She watched as the schedule scrolled down the screen;...