You slid the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall where it may. You trailed kisses down my neck you switched to the other side. You felt the fullnes... of my breasts through my lacy pink bra and gently squeezed. I knew what was coming next I started to move my hands behind my back to undo the clasp, but you were too fast for me you caught my hands. ‘No, no sweetheart it is MY turn not yours. You will have your chance to help later,’ you said as you chuckled with a twinkle in your blue eyes.. They ate their salads and grinned at one another. Long gazes into each other's eyes. They seemed smitten.When she picked a cherry tomato up off her plate, I remember thinking, what would Emily Post think of that? And when she licked it, I was sure Emily would have huffed! But when she pressed it against his mouth, against his pursed lips, I was glad for Ms. Post that she was already dead!She pressed the tomato against his mouth, he formed an "O" with his lips, and she used her thumb to force it. ” “Come on, did you look at ‘em or not? …I’m betting you did look at them, and that if you were being honest, you’d say they were beautiful. So?” “Let’s change the subject, okay.” “Can you imagine some boy in Florence looking up one day at The Birth of Venus and seeing his mom up there on the canvas? That Botticelli, man. I found that painting in the encyclopedia at the library when I was like six and I ripped it out and took it home with me.” Mom turned and smiled at me, as if against her. The whole area was dark and I wondered for a horrible moment if I were too late and she had finished up early and gone home ahead of me. I swore quietly to my self and was just about to turn and leave when I heard a noise from the small stock room. The door was slightly ajar and I could see a dim light from within. As I neared the room, I could clearly hear my wife's voice coming from behind the door."Oooo, yes! Yes! Yes!...kiss me there baby...mmmmm I'm cumming!"My mind turned somersaults as I.