Mum was enamoured of him, I was withholding judgment on ‘Jacob Darling’. Basically, we steered clear of each other.I was flushed and sweaty. I act...ally looked liked I had just panted the living daylights out of my body in a beautiful orgasm. I needed a cool drink. I needed to rethink, tweak the moves and oh well, get feedback from my team tomorrow. I bounded down the stairs and burst into the kitchen. Oh you know; excessive youthful energy and a huge house to yourself. Then I was stopped in my. “Whiskey,” I said. It was early but not that early. She left me for a short two minutes and returned with a bottle of Gentleman Jack and a couple of old fashioned glasses.“I see it’s one thing you bothered to remember,” I said.“Of course,” she said. Gentleman Jack had been my favorite whiskey back in the day—before I left for the Middle East.So far neither of us had said anything meaningful. We sipped our drinks and just kind of watched each other. She set her glass down and looked at me.“I was. Gail felt a surge of jealousy as she saw her husbands stare, then sheexplained why "Wendy" was there. Again Gail looked at this girl, thinking it would be crazy to leave herkids with some person she didn't even know. But for some reason the girlin front of her seemed familiar. She felt somehow that she wasn't anykind of threat. Then against her better judgment, and because of herdesperation, she agreed to let "Wendy" babysit.Then Gail started talking about pay, when they'd be home, the kids. She leaned forward and giggled as some of the remaining soap teased her toes. 'The toes are such a sensitive spot to lick and stroke' Phil's voice intoned somewhere in her memory. Her eyes closed as she stroked her feet and toes, scooting back a bit she felt the shampoo bottle nestle between her ass cheeks. She wriggled teasingly against it. Her hands glided up her legs and she asked aloud, "Do you like my fresh clean legs?" She didn't really expect an answer, but at just that moment a dollop.