"Well, come on then. You can't massage me from over there. Move your chair around the table and I'll prop my feet up." Her eyes sparkle with a wicked ...oy as he hurries to do just as she says, moving so she can set both her feet comfortably in his lap. His eyes widen and another piece of him expresses great joy as he reads that this particular scent is part of her edible massage oil line. "Oh, did I forget to mention that this one was edible? No matter. Get on with the massage, Simon. My feet. I didn't mean to carry on a secret affair with your husband. But about a week or so after that first night in the hotel room, he came over here one evening, and he told me that you wouldn't let him make love to you anymore. And I really felt sorry for him. He's such a nice guy. And so one thing led to another, and before I knew it, I found myself flat on my back, with him humping away. And I sure as hell wasn't gonna stop him at that point." That's okay, Cindy. Carl really is a very sweet. That's better than the alternative, right?" "And what alternative is that Sean?" "Me telling Dad, him divorcing you, and you being recognized publicly as a disgrace to your family. I don't want to have to do that. And I don't think that's what you want either." She sat silently for a few moments, and then said something that surprised me. "Yeah, you're right." I was stunned. "Good, I'm glad you see it that way. I'm gonna start getting ready. We'll leave at 9:45, cool?" "Yeah, that's fine," she. But that toy had been misappropriated - it was nowhere to be found!I looked in Ginny's room with no luck, so I tried Ray's room. I searched highand low, and I finally found it between his mattresses! I made a mental note to demand an explanation the next time I saw my son.I took it back to my own bed and began a long titillating session in which I self stimulated my breasts, vulva, and anus until I had a couple of powerul orgasms.Not twenty minutes after that, right in the middle of the day, in.