I plopped on the bed, defeated by the heat that was invading our room. I demanded Bryan to turn the AC higher. He did better, he ran me a bubble bath ...o I could wash the sweat and plane scum off of me. I was left alone while he retrieved his bags from the car. When he returned he politely asked me: “Can I please bathe you mama?”. I loved to hear him, this typical alpha male beg to wash me. Worship my body. I told him I wanted to hear him plead. “Oooh mama please! Please let me wash your. Spent I relax a little and you roll over facing me on the bed and we kiss passionately forcing me to share my hot cum with you before collapsing on the bed together and reaching for the chilled wine to share, we hear a voice familiar voice to you say “I’m next…” a slight shiver of panic rushes through our already aroused state a figure appears from the shadows naked and stroking a nice hard on. You smile in delight as you introduce me to your husband who had let himself in during or before our. He lifted one foot at a time, ran his fingers lightly over her lower leg and sock, and then carefully untied her gym shoe. He moved to the other foot and did the same. "You will observe, both of you, that I have only removed her shoes. We can now contemplate her socks' appeal." That got him some bops with pillows. "Chastised, I am. Now, I shall remove the socks." He did so, and then licked not her toes, but the sensitive soles of her feet.Carol's hips left the bed, as if she had received a. The hand did not brush lightly but with purpose, palm-side down, hardly an accident. I had to finish up and head to the doctor's men's room to jack-off and calm my enormous erection. I felt like a teenager doing it but had little choice in the matter if I wanted to get through the rest of my shift. I did see her several more times that day and got an interesting smile each time. She always smiled and spoke each time we passed each other, now calling me Phil if we were alone, Doctor Colvin, if.