”Steve nods and asks you to get on the bed, face down, in a comfortable position. He turns away respectfully while you disrobe.“I have a variety o... oils” he says while you find a comfortable position. “Do you have a preferemce?”“Lilly oil if you have it?” you reply. “Well, you’re in luck.” He says. “I just happen to have restocked my Lilly this morning. I have a full bottle at my disposal for you!”Steve approaches the bed, and tells you to try to relax. You know he’s checking out your arse, as. This just won’t work. Now get your act together before I have to spank somebody,” Beth said.Mandy was a smartass like me, and said, “Mom, if you need to spank someone, give Wendy the whipping. She’ll like it.”Mandy nearly made her mom lose her patience with that quip, but Beth kept her sense of humor and replied, “I’d better have a life jacket and a dildo handy if I spank Wendy, but I know she would much prefer having her daddy heat up her bottom with his hand and then water her garden with his. I walked up behind her and reached over her to get a cup from the cabinet. Without thinking, I blew my hot breath on her neck. She giggled and playfully reached back and squeezed my cock. I gasped and quickly looked over at Karen, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. She didn’t appear to have noticed. I breathed a sign of relief and moved on to pour myself a cup of coffee.It was late Friday afternoon, the start of a three day weekend. Monday is Memorial Day. Taylor is. They found good coffee beans, and ground them at the store, and fruit, eggs, bacon, and bread and butter. Milk and coffee cream were also added to their basket. They paid for their groceries, or rather he paid for the groceries, and insisted on doing so. They went off to find the small dining room recommended by the desk clerk. The dining room was dimly lit, lending to a cozy, romantic atmosphere. Soft background music played, and the tables were set far enough apart, that you couldn’t.