" She stroked the sheets again."I caught some of it."She giggled. "Did you like it?"I flashed her a grin. "Absolutely."Her finger trailed from the she...ts to her pussy and she scooped a little of my come onto a fingertip, bringing it to her tongue. "Mmmm." She returned for more, fed a finger to me, then took the rest for herself.It was so erotic to watch her clean herself up. When done, she flopped back to the bed. I crawled alongside her, and propped myself on one elbow, smoothing some strands. ”I am not used to hearing my wife speak so dominantly, which makes it hard for me to take her seriously. Somehow I manage to refrain myself from laughing and quickly try transitioning myself back into the submissive role. “Is this what you want to see?” I ask her seductively, in my most feminine voice, while sliding one of my hands into my panties.“Yes,” she answers sternly, “Show it to me.”I use the hand that I still have tucked inside my panties to cradle my caged cock and balls, and then. ”Mel beamed at her in gratitude, and it was decided right there that would be our Christmas tradition. I had two choices. Support the idea enthusiastically, or protest and be overridden. I wasn’t in the mood to protest. It was actually the most pleasant Christmas since I’d first come home with Beth.We watched another movie after dinner, and it took twice as long to watch because we stopped for questions. I was surprised that we were all enjoying the movie more, specifically because of the. I’ve been writing code for the 32 for the last five years. I’m pretty good with UNIX.”“You’re that Richardson; I should have known. I’ve talked with your father several times on conference calls with Bill. You’ll fit right in.”That evening, John picked up his personal items and checked out of the motel. He moved into the “Frat House,” sharing a bedroom with Mike. They each had a twin bed placed in the corners furthest away from the door. There was just enough room for one chest of drawers, two.