I've also seen the way he looks at me sometimes. Those looks cause me to become aroused like nothing else, and yet, he's never touched me in an "inapp...opriate" way. And those looks, I just know, are not meant for me to notice, but I do. Oh, do I ever.Sometimes I feel like I'm on a damned pedestal and I hate it. I fucking hate it! I mean, if just having him look at me makes me feel so aroused that my panties are soaked through and through, what would his touch do to me? I almost believe that if. To my delight, they switched back and forth between us, giving each of us the feel of masculine and feminine touch. The oils they use scent the air with exotic fragrance and provide a most enchanting atmosphere. Each of us gets the full treatment, alternately, so the other gets to watch their love brought to an orgasm in the desire of full relaxation. Finally, we relax nude on pillows on the floor, sip more wine, and watch the husband and wife please each other for our enjoyment. So much more. "It's one of those things I don't want to go to, I have to go to. And, I have to leave pretty soon. Can I depend on you to get you and Henry on the bus?" Sure, Daddy," Tiffany said."Henry," Mike said, "No TV until you're all the way ready to go, except for putting your snowmobile suit on. All right?" All right, Daddy," he said.Mike nodded. "I know I can depend on you kids to get to school on time," he said. "Tiffany, make sure all the lights are out, the doors are closed, and that George is. It swayed back and forth as he left the bedroom headed to the bathroom. I looked over to my bride and saw my beautiful wife laying there with her legs wide open. Her once tight pussy slightly gapped open and a steady stream of cum running down into her ass. She saw me looking and motioned me to come eat her . I stood up. She laughed and pointed at my caged dick. The cage was being forced out from my body by my cock trying to become erect. There was a string of clear liquid hanging from the end.