I have to be honest and tell you that I used to dream about her pussy. Well, truthfully, I still do.
If you weren't sleeping in the guest room, I'd probably spend a lot of nights with my head nestled across your chest, my hand resting on your hips, your musky smell making my thighs tighten - and thoughts of Jana's pussy only inches from my face.
You can stop now. Put your hands beneath your knees, there where you are kneeling.