They were bunched up. Well, some things had gone on today that could cause that.I used my whole hands but the thumbs did most of the work. Fingers ove... the top and thumbs digging into the meat. I did some on top, too. It was easy to tell what felt good by the moans and the way she seemed to sink further into the mattress as I worked the tension out.The shoulders felt a lot more relaxed and she wasn't reacting to it as much. An occasional groan here and there. More because it felt good than. The two stepped off the elevator a minute later and rounded the corner pushing open the glass door and stepping into the tropical garden, the balcony that they were on told them instantly with a look that they were alone in the green jungle of plants and a few birds and reptiles that lived here. They headed down the steps and walked along one of the paths that lead in and out of the foliage." So what did you get smart about?" she blushed looking at her feet. He put a finger under her chin. A husband greeting his wife next morning after she had spent the night with another man. It was also cathartic in a way; reassuring the husband of her love for him and thanking him for the sexual freedom that he'd given her. “Well, it’s a yes from me,” she said. “But it’s down to Al. Call me old fashioned but I prefer the man to do the chasing.” “And the woman to run very slowly so she gets caught,” Al chipped in. They laughed. Cathy rose on to her tiptoes to kiss Greg again. Her black and. John cleaned up the remaining food from supper and began to get some supplies out to make s’mores over the fire as the sun went down. He couldn’t find the clothes hangers that he had brought from home to cook them with and then he remembered he left them in his bag in the tent. He asked Tristen if it was okay to come in the tent where she was and she said it was fine. As John opened the door to the tent he saw the last move of Tristen pulling down a new shirt over her full chested D cup bra..