Alyson, a sun-browned spot against the background vegetation, was standing at the end of the dock and looking toward him. He waved to indicate all was...well. She waved and sat down. Doug had salvage duty, Mary had shack-cleaning duty, and Alyson had been volunteered to catch lunch. The shed had contained two tackle boxes with monofilament line, but no poles or reels. Thanks to the storm, branches for fishing poles were in abundance and needed only some trimming with the machete by the back. He poured more oil onto my back. His hands rubbing up and down my back. “Oh yes that feels so good.” He worked my lower back and then poured more oil down my legs. His hands were kneading out all the stress that was in my body. He rubbed and massaged my feet and my toes. Then spent extra time working and kneading his hands on my buttocks. I could just feel the stress leaving my body. “Keep rubbing! It feels so good. Oh God!” “Turn over babe. I want to do your front.” I did as he said to. Very tall at 6' 4". I'm 5'8" and kind of tall when I'm wearing my 6 inch fuck me pumps.I finished my hot shower and checked out my nails which I had painted earlier in the day. They were a bright red. Now don't ask me but I find that most black men love red nails on a white woman. James is no exception to that theory. He will hold my hand and play with my fingers and just stare at the red nail polish. He also gets a thrill out of wiggling my wedding ring on my finger when we hold hands.James. She ended the email asking for a picture of his choice back. She handed me back the phone but she had already sent the email. What a tease!!We decided to get off the couch and go to bed at it was after midnight already. She got up and went to the bedroom, I quick made sure everything was closed and locked, and the TV was off. I got to the bedroom and she was already under the covers. I soon joined her and just as I leaned over to give her a kiss...DING! My damn phone again! My wife asked if she.