She hated having to stop at Motorway services, and when she had to, it was usually only for fuel. Half an hour in the services was thirty miles lost s...e said. Her time was precious. She earned a lot of money, but she really earned it I think, and we loved each other, and were both very happy with the domestic/work arrangement that we have. I felt it was MY job to relax and refresh her when was at home, and our kinky/unusual/different, whatever you want to call it sex life, was a great stress. This is what we are going to do tonight, so bring that sexy body over here and I will teach you,” Jean said and rolling over on her belly lifted herself up on all fours.“Lick me, babe, lick your mum's cunt, lick my clit, work me up,” Jean wiggled her firm bottom as Rory knelt behind her and looked at the moist cunt lips, her hard clit, and the small pink, puckered hole that was soon to be home to his raging hard-on.“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” Jean groaned as Rory's tongue slid from cunt to. " Pete's just gone to bed. We can talk now."I grabbed a glass of milk and returned to bed, slipping the phone back into her bag."Pete, is that you?" Vanessa mumbled."I went downstairs for a drink. Go back to sleep," I urged.Clambering in beside her, I digested the latest information and thought about ways to keep better track of her activities. An idea suddenly sprung to mind and I made plans to investigate it the following morning.Saturday was usually a time for food shopping but I cried off. I reach up and put the shower head back in its place and walk you over to the shower bench where we sit down, you on my lap, with my hands around your waist, kissing your back and neck while you slump down into my arms, relaxing and enjoying the attention I am giving you. Eventually, you reach down between your legs where you can feel my rock hard cock sticking straight up, and you begin to lightly stroke it. Wow!!! This feels amazing. Your ass on my lap, your back in my chest, my hands.