I rub my hands dry on my bath towel, and her attention follows the movement and drifts on its own course to my crotch. I’m trying not to imagine a lot, and as soon as she notices that I just noticed she stared at my cock—she sends me an apologetic look. “You’re fine,” I confirm. She shouldn’t feel bad for that. I’ve pictured her in more carnal positions, and I must wear some of my guilt. “You’re fine too,” Jane says quickly.
