Any tension I met in her calves was gone by the time I reached her thighs – that’s all I could explore, her milky thighs.I deeply wanted to go fur...her up but her pants were tight. I rolled up the kurta and started with the lower back, making my way up. “Aah… Beta, the way you rub your thumb in that joint near the arm. It almost feels, orgasmic in relief.”I was startled to hear the word ‘orgasmic’. Maybe it was a Freudian slip. She probably had sex a year ago and at 44, she was probably still in. Claire always liked to fall asleep with that warm feeling in her belly. A wake up like this was more likely than he wanted to admit to himself at the moment. He shifted her over onto her back and pulling his arm from under her. She gave a light sigh of contentment as her head fell back onto the plush pillow of their shared Alaska king bed. One hand resting up near her head. The other lightly tugging on his arm unconsciously.She was always beautiful to him but in the morning. Like this. Unaware. I looked down at my still erect member and silently rebuked myself for letting that fucking Bimbo get to me so bad. I hardly registered the sound of the other shower turning off. I had my back to the curtain and just as I began a slow turn, a small hand with extra long nails gently pushed it aside and in stepped Cindy! She was soaking wet and god damnit (!) even soaking wet she was fucking exquisite. Her eyes immediately dropped to my groin and she stared very intently at my thick hard on. I. .. today is Monday, right? I overslept? Damn, I guess that’s what I get for not asking for a wake-up call! I’m not used to having no damn alarm clock!” I wiped the sleep from my eyes while Sarah giggled and started the water jets.“No, I told Your bosses that I’m Your new assistant and that You needed to take a vacation. Thankfully, it turns out that You had a lot of time saved up, Dr. Morgan, Tenured Professor of History. You didn’t tell me that You were Department Chair, either, did You,.