" Bobby muttered, wondering how his young life had turned so bad."Take off that robe and we'll get started." Eleanor said."But I'm... I don't have any...hing on!" Bobby gasped, his face turning bright red.Eleanor put the Body Glove on the bed and pulled the robe off her son. She stared at Bobby's groin, seeing how small his manhood had become. Eleanor pushed Bobby onto the bed and handed him the bottle of Sensi-Touch lotion. "Get started young lady."Bobby spread the lotion from his feet up to his. Definitely. But I wouldn’t warn her ahead of time.” She laughed. “I’d make her my love slave.” “More like you’d end up her love slave, you little wild child,” I laughed. “That works, too,” she said agreeably. We grinned at each other for a minute. “What you need to do is get her to take me along, too. Then I could wear you out so you’re not tempted to come on to her. All I’d ask is that you forget to put my name on the duty roster a lot.” “Or I could talk her into bringing you along as both of. "I don't think so Greg," the image of his young wife-to-be smiled at him sweetly from his conscience. Column "F" snared his attentions once again, although who really cared how the October sales figures were going to pan out when you could be pondering instead whether that was a conventional bra or a sexy little push-up, whose straps were so engagingly visible beneath the girl's lacy top. He was still considering those very possibilities a short time later when the girl packed away her. While we were in the afterglow of our orgasms, I hugged her. I drew her in close to my chest, her head tucked under my chin. Her hair smelt really nice, and it was soft on my skin when I buried my face in it. Rachel's breathing eventually became deep and regular. I looked down and saw that she was smiling to herself but her eyelids were heavy. I was more than satisfied for the night, but when I asked if she was tired, she insisted that she be allowed to continue. She tried to get up, but with.