She Moved

One night my friend was at my house. It was late, and my wife was sleeping. It was a hot summer night. My wife was wearing a t-shirt and panties. My friend and I went into the bedroom. My wife was lying there with no blanket. I had my friend very slowly start to hike my wife's t-shirt up. He did until it was almost past her bellybutton. She was sound asleep. Then he slowly pulled her panties down. Then she started to move, so we left.

— Gary, 46

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