It had been a hot day, and the evening didn't seem to be cooling off either. On the small cherry wood nightstand next to her bed was a large glass of ice cubes with only a minimal amount of water. Condensation on the clear glass dripped down to pool onto the doily beneath it. She was stroking her fingers lightly over his muscled chest, her head lying on his shoulder. It had been a quiet night for them, one spent in bed talking over what the therapist had taught her and how she felt it was beneficial. "Do you think you are close to a breakthrough?" he asked, trailing his fingers along her spine as she cuddled her naked body up close to his. His breath caught as her hand moved to stroke along his lower stomach, dangerously close to his hardening cock. His cock twitched against his stomach, and she giggled. "Yes, I think it won't be too long before I remember the past and why it seems I am doomed to repeat it. I know that once I figure out my issue, we will be able to figure yours out.
