I would also kiss her on the cheek and she would kiss me in the same way. Anyway, after she had bathed and washed her hair she would come into her bed...oom where I would be waiting. I knew she was naked under her robe. She had a gorgeous cleavage too. I would towel her hair and brush it with one hundred strokes, she would close her eyes and smile softly, I knew she was loved the attention. We were now closer too, kissing and hugging more, so one night I just wore my own robe, also naked. “You can have her, but she’s not mine to give, is she?” Hubby replied, wishing se was.I let her go, “just a brandy for me, and my husband would like a scotch - Glenmorangie, doubles.”She walked away, flushed.“Not very nice darling. And not worthy of you,” Hubby admonished me.He was right, of course he was. But we shouldn’t be having this conversation here, and that was his fault. “The apartment needs a little updating. Decorate the entrance hall, the main bedroom, and re-do the en-suite,” I. She stared up at me seductively capturingmy full attention as I peeled off the dress and shoes before joining heron the bed.Both of us were worn out from our earlier session in bed as well as fromall the dancing. We engaged in some intense snuggling for a bit, endingwith an ordinary round of intimacy before drifting off to sleep snuggledtogether with my arm holding her to me.The next morning, I rose before Barbara and cleaned off the last remainsof that horrid makeup job. I got dressed and. Once in the driveway the kids all piled out of the car and headed straight for the house, leaving me and Kayko behind. Come with me, Kayko said as she gently pulled my hand, leading me toward the back yard. Who am I to argue? She led me to the patio where the large sun bathing chairs are and stepped out of her shoes. I already know this routine and began stripping as quickly as I could, discarding my clothes into a pile. By the time I was naked Kayko had the lounger folded out flat and was.