She moved her tongue just like her daughter did, while I concentrated on her clitoris.“Nice,” she purred. “Now lick me.”I slid down her body, ...er willing servant, and dived into her forest. Today she tasted different, salty and vinegary, like a bag of chips. In other circumstances, I might not have liked that, but right there, right then it seemed completely natural. I was down where you need special permission, and that comes with obligations. That’s the older me talking. All I knew at that. ..a chance for...heclamped down hard on his thoughts, knowing that if he thought toomuch he wouldn't be able to do this.He stepped forward toward her, his handrising, and she flinched back, explecting a blow but not moving fromwhere she stood and not even raising her eyes from the floor.Instead of hitting her though he grabbed one of her hands in his, andstarted toward the hallway and her bedroom.“Come on,” he saidquietly.He led her to the bedroom and then inside, shutting thedoor behind them. Looking at him she had a sparkle in her eye then she pursed her lips in fake frustration. ‘Hey lose the robe and get on the table,’ she said. Shrugging out of the robe he climbed naked face down onto the table that was covered in a thin mattress that was covered in a towel. The breeze cooled his skin on an otherwise warm room. Then he felt the slow spattering of oil on the skin of his back. He murmured with pleasure as he felt his wife’s hands began to rub the oil into his shoulders and neck.. Sex was always on his mind. But only because he knew it was on the redhead’s. Her constant references were in his psyche now. When they had a private moment, he’d have to tell her how uncomfortable her teasing was making him. ‘Anyway, tell me,’ she murmured, leaning her head back against the plush interior wall. ‘What do you think?’ ‘About what?’ he asked again. She laughed that little girl laugh of hers. ‘What do you think? About Katie Nichols, of course.’ ‘Who? Oh, yes. I… I don’t know…’ ‘I.