She pulled me close and began stroking my torso. Her fingers circled my nipples, gifting them with an occasional squeeze. Then she began to rub my tummy, her hand between tummy and erection. And she refused to so much as touch my erection. As we ate breakfast, she kept commenting with amusement about the protuberance under my gym shorts. ("It's so big! And just sticking out!") She's gone for the day, after exhorting me to be a good boy. Which I will be. Although it will be hard. Very, very, very hard. EB