I hear Maggie say what bar they are going to - it looks like an all night celebration! 'Will he even have a head tomorrow?' I think with savage satisf...ction. He's out with my hot sexy wife, and the hero worship of the pilots, and what do I have - Oh Joy, Oh Rapture - I have Hamilton Dodge the 6th! How lucky can a girl get! I talk my husband into checking into the local hospital for observation. It wasn't hard - among his many failings is his health, like Moliere's imaginary invalid. This. I kept feeling up to his neck and down to his belly. He was in pretty good shape and his chest felt like gold. I thought he was going to freak out but instead he returned the favor. I was (and still am) and i was completely surprised e kept feeling me.I decided to get a little more and reached around back and started to feel his thigh and ass. I kept my hand on his ass for a while ( he had boxer briefs on, as did I) and with my other hand felt his chest again. Then, Matthew did the unthinkable. ” And he proceeded to give me a marvelous massage. I was really grooving on the firm touch of his fingers. He traced every muscle on my back (with a reprise of my butt), my sides, shoulders, and neck. I was so relaxed from the waist up I could have drifted off to sleep right then. If I hadn’t been so excited from the waist down. “Turn over!” His command shot through me with a jolt. I didn’t think I hesitated all that long, but he was soon barking, “Come on, come on. I haven’t got all day. I’ve. I don’t know why but the thought of it, of that stuff, that sperm coming out gave me a thrill. I’d already stepped out of the room when I froze. I hadn’t even gotten the money. Crap crap crap crap! Lady de Winter my ass. I stopped the door before it closed and peeked back inside. The hallway to the manager’s office was darkened, but the noise from the gaming floor was much louder here. Inside was dead quiet when the door was closed. I looked in knowing what I was going to see, Mr. Fitzpatrick.