However on a personal level, I'm glad he did. It's been too long." I'm glad he thought enough of me to ask for help," Mac responded. "I acted like a k...d after... after... well you know. Maybe it's time to start over and forget about the past. I'm glad he doesn't hate me for what happened. I have to make it up to him." He doesn't hate you. We talked for a long time about that. He understands," Angela said and paused again, looking meaningfully at Mac and squeezed his hand. "He really. I know she is tired by the ride, hike and warmth. We just lay down. Both on our bellies to relax.I give her a good example and take off my bikini as well. No-one is watching, love. Take it off!I smile to myself. She does not dare to be too shy with me. I notice how white her bare bums are.I offer to oil her. Hmmmm for an answer. I start at her feet and work my way up her lovely legs.I almost touch her bums, but switch to her shoulders. I untie her bikini top and rub all her back.I finally. "Get over here, you delicious mountain of a man." I knew that making him walk after such an ass pounding would be sending the most delightful of sensations rippling through his body. I smiled at the thought as I sank to my knees and waited for him. When he was within striking distance, I snatched at his hips and pulled him onto me. Expertly (well, I have had plenty of practice, as you know!) I sucked him, hands free, into my mouth. Semen and urine in a ratio I had not tasted before; a heady mix. ’ I whispered. ‘You’re a silly boy. I’m okay – I’ll live.’ ‘But, still. To me you’re perfect. Ignore anyone who would dare think otherwise. You’ve more beauty and brains than any of those trophy wives.’ The night before she had been fractious, tense in the cab on the way home from a dinner the agency had thrown for our biggest clients. The perfumed, plastic-surgeried wife of one of our biggest advertisers had casually mentioned that she should put her mind to better use, that her work was.