.But now, somehow, it didn’t seem like such a bad thing anymore.One night, as his soapy hands stroked her head, she said, “Could you wash my back ...or me Uncle Martin?” One of his hands immediately went down her back as she leaned forward. It felt wonderful. His rough hands scraped her skin lightly, almost like hundreds of sharp fingernails all at the same time. She ooooed and ahhhed and thanked him profusely when he was done. Then she lay back so he could get the soap out of her hair.When she. I wanted to get naughty. I wanted to seduce him and… I wanted to fulfill a fantasy of mine. (You will know about my secret fantasy later) I went to the kitchen and made some breakfast. I heard Adam coming. He came and sat down on the table waiting for the breakfast. I went to the table and put down some sandwiches and fruits in front of him. While I was pouring juice for him, he was trying to take a look inside my bathrobe. I sat down next to him to avoid him looking at my cleavage, but that. While they discussed Krissy’s going back on the road with them she had become too invested in motherhood to leave Rebeccah with a nanny. Having become well-established financially she loved their home and having their little girl enrolled in an elite school system.Martha filled Krissy’s role very well. While the buyers, especially Vincent Bamberg, loved Martha and what she did they missed the demure “girl next door” who always turned into such a deliciously sexual force. But Doug Waldron. As she was giving me the treatment she noticed that I was very hot, so she told me to get my shirt of, and so I did.In the middle of the treatment I streched myself and by accident touched her boob. Being the young lad that I was I instantly got hard and my face blushed. She told me that it was not a big deal, as I did it by accident. I was relieved that she did not see my boner, cause that would have been embarrassing.She stood up and told me that she had to fetch a fresh shirt for herself.