I leaned against the counter top, my whole body shaking from the tension. I felt like a hot furnace was between my legs and I could barely stand. The crotch of my panties was absolutely soaked and I was sure that if I looked down, the light blue of the material would be completely dark with my juices. I so wanted to touch myself, but I think I would have had an orgasm on the spot.

John returned downstairs just as I pulled the roast out of the oven. His hair was wet from his shower and his t-shirt and gym shorts molded against his still damp skin, showing off...