We both wished to give the other a satisfying orgasm, playing each other's body with considerable success, and flopped back onto our backs shining wit... perspiration and panting with our exertion. We each turned our heads to the other."Good." I said"Yes." She said.Then we got up and after a breakfast of cereal and toast were on the road to the Cheviots for a long bracing walk, lunch at a pub near the Roman Wall, and a relaxing drive back.In the early evening she took me to meet her colleagues at. After her morning shower, June donned a light yellow coloured summer dress that buttoned up the front. It clung to her figure well, pushing her breasts together to create a nice cleavage. It was short, but not too short, stopping about six inches about the knees. Upon arriving at Magarshi's house, June was amazed at how large it was. It seemed to her almost palatial, at least in this part of the world. As the car made its way up the long, semi-circular driveway, June counted at least three. And she smiles often. What drives me wild about it, is the fact that I do not always know what the smile means. Sometimes her smile looks almost knowing. Sometimes inviting. Sometimes as if she knows exactly what she is causing. Sometimes innocent.And it gets me hot and bothered.The other day, I needed to tell her something and when I called to hear where she was, she called softly and said: "I'm here - in the washing room". Knocking on the door again, I made sure that I do not intrude, as it. Thefact that his wife was giving him a hard, venomouslook might have had something to do with that. "Dad, how many times do I have to tell you that Idon't need a-" the boy broke off abruptly when heturned to look at Jo Beth. Mr. Johnson sighed. "This is Josh, Ms. Broughman." "Just Jo Beth, please," Jo Beth said. "We don't needto be so formal." Mrs. Johnson smiled slightly. "We should be home atabout this time tomorrow," she said to Jo Beth. "Tryto keep him out of trouble until then..