She slowly straightened herself and looked over at me. “I’m okay now. You can go ahead.” I was suddenly very grateful that we were almost back a... my house. She seemed to fall asleep on the way there, and as we pulled in to the driveway, I nudged her shoulder gently “Princess, we’re home.” “Okay” she muttered, not doing anything about it. I sighed and got out of the car, going around to her side and sliding her out. I picked my baby girl up like I used to when she was a child and began to carry. “Come over and feel how wet I am.” “Where are you at?” “21 st and Prairie. Come and get me.” “I’m coming.” “No. I am.” She moaned low and breathed deep. “Where should I meet you?” “I’ll be waiting in my car, call when you’re close.” I tore out of my parking lot and raced over to her address. She directed me to where she was parked in her parking lot. I pulled up and she hopped in. She leaned over and kissed me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth. “I’m so hot.” Her voice was more growl than. She pulled the suit’s jacket over her head and threw it on top of my clothes. Facing me, she undid the clasp on her pants and let it slide to the floor. For a long moment, Helen stood still, inviting me to look at the firm globes of her breasts, the stiff nipples above the softness of her belly, and the tempting of her auburn bush.Helen’s beauty had a sensual glow that rendered me breathless. Then she stepped out of the pants around her ankles, bent down and threw them to the other discards.. Five minutes later I saw the bikini she had on. My dad would use the word ‘Wowser’ to describe the minimal two pieces of red fabric used. She had a t-shirt over it, but still. She was showing herself off to me -- and it was working. We grabbed hands and went down to the Spa. I had my phone in case I have a heart attack.After the three hours of ‘ideas,’ this felt very comfortable. Wherever we are living when we get married, I’m getting a spa – with lots of jets.“Richard, when Mr. Schmidt said he.