There is one nice thing about my stay here at rehab and her name is Shawna. She is the angel that is tasked with helping me get a shower after therapy...and then gives me a massage to help with the healing of my muscles. Our relationship started out as purely professional but over time we have developed quite a strong friendship. I probably know as much about Shawna as I do about anyone else in my life, my family and ex-wife included and she has heard all about me, the good the bad and the ugly.. ’ ‘Didn’t that bother your Aunt Marian?’ Abby asked. ‘How did she like it that a girl had such an obvious crush on her husband?’ ‘You had to know Aunt Marian and Uncle John,’ Greg said. ‘Neither of them ever doubted the other. Actually, Aunt Marian treated Gail the same way she treated me.’ He smiled and shook his head. ‘They were like second parents to both of us.’ ‘What’s that funny look on your face all about?’ his wife asked. ‘Well,’ Greg said, chuckling, ‘I was in here working on finishing. As we drank and talked, I noticed Deb had made her way to the bar as planned. Both she and Ellie were looking very hot. I was wondering if I would be able to just watch later. Time would tell. After a few more drinks, I convinced Ellie it was time to head back upstairs for some fun. As we walked through the bar to the elevator, I slipped a room key to Deb and as planned, she was to give me about 30 minutes. When we got back to the room, Ellie attacked me, clawing at my neck and kissing me. She is shocked to see him dressed in fishnet panties, red lipstick and a red bra. She looks at my long, lean, muscular arms tightly holding his ankles as he lies on his back with his knees almost to his chest and his large smooth legs spread wide apart. Mrs. Mitchell seems to be mesmerized by my ridged Brown xxxxxxxxx year old cock that is still pulsating and dripping fresh man juice. Her gaze moved between me and her one hundred and twenty five pound of ultra-feminine Bitch Boy that she calls.