"Hmm... now that deserves a proper welcome," I turned my body allowing my lips to touch hers. She sighed into my mouth. She tasted even better than an... anticipation, rekindling an overwhelming flow of feelings held in abeyance for too long.I kissed her gently at first, touching her only with my lips, savoring the kiss, her taste, her feel, I wanted to breathe her in as I leaned forward bending to her mouth. I wanted her so badly and had missed her for so long that my control was stretched to. What took place was more than I expected would happen, this guy thoroughly used my wife like a slut, no love making just used Monica for his pleasure, the atmosphere was electric to say the least. I loved what took place and Monica enjoyed the treatment she received which surprised the hell out of me.We got to the motel first, he arrived 1/2 hour later, me and my wife quite nervous, he was quite cool and suggested that we start. Monica retreated to the bathroom to change into her lingerie while. But my face must have shown my hurt and disappointment, because shesighed, made a face and then said, "Oh all right", and told me to giveher my hand. She was about to gently place my hand on her breast when thepimple (I didn't know it was called a nipple back then) on it start tostiffen and grow larger."Your pimples are SO much bigger than mine" I excitedly cried out, whichmade Wendy quickly put my hand firmly back to my side and away from herbreast. I still had a rapt gaze of fascination on my. I physically put his hands on the ladder. "Climb Goddamit!" I barked at him, kicking one of his feet onto the bottom rung.He seemed to get the idea. He started up but was far from coordinated enough to manage on his own. I held onto his waist, steadying him as he went upward at the rate of about one step every thirty seconds. Finally, after an eternity, he was far enough up so that Theresa could grab his armpits and pull him the rest of the way up. She tugged and his legs disappeared through.