So many bags

The car was full. Back seat and boot were crammed with shopping bags. As a couple they didn't have many money worries but his mas making Tom wince when he thought of the expense. By the time he had hauled the bags upstairs whilst she organised her new wardrobe he was wiped out and got ready for bed.

He lay on the bed playing on his phone and watching Sarah put away her new things. If he hadn't just had sex the sight of what appeared to be pretty sexy clothes and thoughts of what Sarah might look like in them would have had his engine running but he wan;t the young man he'd been when they first met capable of sex to the point where he no more cum to give. Still the stimulating sights did put his mind back to the stone. He was pretty happy with how things had turned out but without the haze of arousal he could be critical of small flaws that still remained in her appearance. Nothing big but side effects of age that good lifestyle could not account for.

He fished the stone out and nipped to the bathroom so she wouldn't hear him and made a wish for her skin to be firmer. He didn't feel anything but he thought that being a smaller wish it might not be as strong a sensation. He went back to the bedroom and went to kiss Sarah as an excuse to check her out up close but could see no noticeable change. Settling back into bed he assumed this must just be part of the cool-down of the stones power and vowed to try again.