Her free hand snaked its way down my stomach, going inside my shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear. She chuckled as she tugged at my pubic hair. She ...oved to my right breast, giving it the same treatment as before. I was helpless, I could only watch her as I drowned in these pleasurable sensations. She stopped again, and began kissing down my stomach, licking my navel. I held my breath in anticipation as she neared the waistband of my shorts. Then she stopped and took them off in a swift. A simple smile turns his full cheeks into the cutest pair I've ever seen. "And what exactly was that for, hmmn?", he coos into my ear, as he slides into bed behind me. He is still dressed, but I can feel his heat extinguishing the iciness of my own body. Spooning, I believe, is the technical term for the position we're in. His hands don't dare cup my breasts, as if he has never even considered vanquishing a guard that doesn't stand before them. Instead, his arms criss-cross about me and, lay. The waiting room has those old school, large leather couches with chrome arm rests that are now a relic out of another time. He has 2, one across from the other and I sat in the unoccupied one. Sitting across from me was a very distinguished looking gentleman, probably in his late 70's, wearing a thread bare t-shirt barely covering his ample chest and belly, but too my surprise his shorts, which covered very little of his legs, were loose and it must have been my lucky day as I could see his. Tina sniffed and brought a cloth up to her nose. Vicky was as entranced with what Connie was saying as Tina and was idly moving a hand back and forth, rubbing Tina's calves.Of course, that "girl" who was comforting them was to be our new wife. Somehow I'd known that she was right for our family before I really knew anything about her. Well, I'm sure Dreamer had a lot to do with that. But the way she was able to comfort both of them made it evident to me why she was a good choice.Connie looked.