Getting through the checkouts was smooth and his luggage was first out, that was unusual usually his was always last.They had arranged to meet in the ...irport in a bar and after talking almost daily for 6 months he was surprisingly still nervous, the fact it was another guy was probably a key factor. The bar was busy and soon after he arrived, the place emptied almost due to a flight being called for LAX. After getting a drink of fresh orange he found a corner not to dark with the comfiest seat. Everything feels so good and altogether and I can’t sort apart one sensation from the next. With shock I realize he has slipped two fingers inside me and I am rocking on them slowly, nearing climax. I can’t look him in the eye. I can kiss, touch, grab any part of him, but while we are making love like this I cannot look him in the face. I look everywhere but. I bear down on his hand, squeezing tightly around him. This can’t be happening. And I am coming, a torrent running down his wrist, sighs. I was about to remove my thumbs when Dave smiled and nodded for me to continue. I looked somewhat startled, but Dave nodded encouragingly for me to continue. This was another level for me, sexually exploring a sexy woman whilst her husband watched approvingly.I removed my thumbs from Mel’s pussy and poured a copious amount of suntan oil on her breasts and began to massage the oil in to her firm breasts, sliding my hands beneath the the tiny pink triangles of the bikini top. Mel looked up at me. Mac inhaled sharply and let the air blow out slowly. He’d come awfully close to fucking things up, and it was up to him to fix this.“I brought the prenup papers from Michael Stone for you to look at. I wish you’d let a lawyer look them over. But at the very least, please make sure you read them carefully. I want to go on record as saying I don’t feel the need for it, but I understand and respect the fact that you do.”Grace laughed, “Well, I guess you are serious. I will look it over, and if.