It's been a long journey and my husband is taking a nap. Or so he thinks. While he's been napping - I've been getting ready - and the socks I'd been travelling down in, well, they stink. I think he's been resting quite long enough - so I wake him up and then shove my sweaty socks in his face. Of course, the little pervert gets erect virtually immediately. So, I'm going to have some fun. Edging. I love it, he doesn't. I have him helplessly begging for release as I edge him over and over again. Whilst I allow him release - my fun doesn't stop there. He's got to keep going. Some post orgasm frustration as he must keep masturbating with my sweated socks in his face. He doesn't know whether to be in heaven or Hell...