.. “Mmm. I almost feel too warm now.”“Then open your coat.”“Want me to open my blouse, too?”“One of us should. Now...”“Your hands ar... cold.”“So breathe on them ... How about my lips?”“Mmm. They’re hot.”“Well, you are hot. Mmm. Oh, Karen!”“Mmm. Sean. Mmm.”“They stand out so sweetly. I think they like me.”“Well, your hands are still chilly.”“Too chilly?”“No. Somehow, they make me feel warm.”“Well, if you’re feeling chilly, let’s use something warmer. Mmm.”“Oh, Sean.”... “Are you ready?”“Do you. After I was finished with the foot rub I told her I had to use the restroom but had other things in mind. I remembered she kept lotion in the cabinet of her bathroom and I preceded to relieve my sexual tensions.The routine continued for several weeks and I could tell she really enjoyed it. One week she came home and slipped into her bedroom. When she came out I noticed her hose was black, not the normal tan she had on when she entered the house. She routinely said she would like a foot massage.. " Good night Anna and thank you for dinner." Your welcome honey and I have to tell you that I think you've been a very good influence on my son."Anna turned and walked back toward her bedroom and I walked out the back door and into the darkness of the night toward the guest house. As I came around the edge of the pool I saw the lights go on in the corner bedroom and when I looked in that direction I stopped dead in my tracks. Anna hadn't closed her drapes and I could see through the window as. . a lovely day... for it.” I added.“Got any plans?” She asked. Her eyebrow raised in suggestive fashion.“Well. It's Sunday so I'm hoping to worship my new god.” I joked.“Oh? And who is that then?” She radiated good humour as she spoke.“I worship Polly's bum on Sundays.” I said. She softly chucked. “I had no idea it was that important!” She mocked. “How does this worship manifest itself?”“Oh it's mostly just staring at the thing but I'm hoping to caress it's beautiful curves. Anything else is a.