Amy blinked as she looked at her clothes, running her fingers through the buttons. "Hubby, it's hard, help me."
Then she pouted as she looked at him and Jeff stared right back at her, not knowing what to do or say. At the moment, he didn't trust himself to move closer leave alone touch her, he would sin and she would hate him for the rest of her life, he didn't want that. They were already making progress and he didn't want to ruin that. "Amy," he started and then wondered what he was going to say next. He couldn't ask someone to help dress her, it was only them in the house, he didn't want to dress her, he didn't even trust himself to.
"I want to sleep," she whined frustrated as she threw her hands about making Jeff exhale audibly.
"Can't you sleep that way?" he asked knowing very well that what he was saying was insane, but what to do?
