I wanted to hear it all. And, since it was almost 11:00PM, I figured we could wait a few more hours."Thank you, Come on. Let's go to bed. I want to gi...e you your first sloppy seconds," she said. The wan smile on her face was indecipherable. I stared at her like she was crazy."What," I said, exploding."Calm down, Harvey. Yes, sloppy seconds. You're gonna love 'em, and you're going to be getting them a lot. That I can promise you that." Now she laughed.I thought she was kidding; I hoped she was. It had an awesome number of gears, like twenty-seven. By hauling on the handlebars he finally got it up into top and tucked in behind a 4x4. Ideal.The car behind hooted him. Shit. The guy wouldn’t have hooted Grace, he’d have sat there admiring the view! The guy hooted again. The driver he was tailgating looked in the mirror and gesticulated. Shit. Mo moved over, lost the draught and lost speed. His body wasn’t at all aerodynamic on this bike, that made it even worse. He could just see Grace. O., son of John Doe, the very rich lawyer in Miami. You live with your father and hot stepmother. Your mother is still amazing woman, with a body all your friends drool on, but your father left her for younger woman with even larger tits. Or maybe it was she who initiated divorce, being tired of constant cheating. Yes, that's true, your father cheated on your mother. He cheat on your sexy stepmother as well, and she knows that, but stays with him because of his money. Yes, as it was said, your. "Yeah, about my wife. What do you know about blow jobs?" he asked. "I enjoy them. What's there to know?" I figured he may be having some exploration questions regarding his wife and their relationship."How do you do it?"I must have changed a few shades of white as I felt my face go flush. I tried to keep focused on the massage and not expose my surprise. My mind flashed back to the last massage and my experiences."Do what?" Sorry, I don't mean to invade your privacy. But, my wife and I have.