A process on us last night. The process will make you look younger. But to tell you anything more, the both of you have to swear to never tell anyone,...or even hint about it, other than to talk about it with the Matthews."Elizabeth looked up at him, his cock still in her hands. "A 'process?' What possible kind of process could make my autoimmune go away? He didn't do anything to us..." but then she remembered the dream about the blue glow. "He was in our suite last night," she suddenly. At midday we stopped for lunch, I pop out for some fish and chips while Beth christened my shower. When I returned she had finished drying herself and had put on my dressing gown. While we eat our lunch out of the paper wrapping I noticed that the top of her gown was gapping a bit and a fair bit of her tits were visible. This was getting better and better. After lunch she re-emerge from the bathroom just wearing my old shirt over her knickers. Now when the shirt gapped at the top, I could see. “Oh! Just look what I’ve done to you! Well, I’m going to have to do something about that,” she chuckled. I almost let go of the wheel. “Honey, I’m driving” I began.“Don’t worry. I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is keep the car between the lines.” She leaned over, unzipped my pants, and reached inside. With a certain amount of difficulty she was finally able to pull out my hardened dick. I felt her hand gently massaging the head and then beginning to stroke up and down on my. But you might ask me. "Why not? Well why not indeed my fellow." I plunged deep into her ass and she let out the most erotic moan. "That’s such a good boy.!" I fucked her ass as hard I could. I grabbed her cheeks and relished the sights and sounds. I was in heaven. "You dirty little bitch. I love fucking your ass!" "Cum for me baby? I wanna feel you cum in me." I couldn’t hold back. I wouldn’t. I clawed her back and blew a massive load in her. "OH FUCK!" "Mmmmm. Its so warm. I love feeling it in.