She moved her arm to her face and bit the back of her own wrist in an attempt to shut herself up. Ian had one hand on her cheek and was petting her ge...tly. "Good girl," he coaxed her.She did not mean to but instinctively she jerked upward on the bed, trying to lift herself off of him. He thrust forward to keep himself inside of her. Her head fell off the edge of the mattress and bumped the side of the bedstead. Her eyes spun in her head as the pain of three things encompassed her at once.All. I was telling this pretty lady that you are a good young man. I guess I didn’t even know half of it.”Mrs. South asked, “Do you know that many people call you Hero?”John shook his head and answered, “I know and I’ve tried to stop it, but they continue to do it anyway. It’s quite disgraceful really. So many people are heroes, yet no one notices it. If I’m there, everyone goes wow look at what he did!”Mr. Jensen winked at Mrs. South. He said, “Well, Vicky and I were discussing all of your. Look at me, my George; look and have what you want.He opened his eyes and was lost to sumptuous red, focused yet drowsy upon parted lips. He wanted to feel the kiss, share the kiss of connection, but all his mouth could do was open to the air. Her elegant cheeks, flaring exquisitely, ached to be stroked by his willing hand. It was not to be.My eyes, my eyes, look into my eyes. Don’t stop; hurry!They were almost out of time. His eyes which would not obey him locked into the unending gaze of the. She looked a little flustered. Her husband asked if the guys were normally like this, following couples around and staring. I said that they were and it put off many women/couples who come into the spa. I had quite a good chat with them, it turned out it was their first time in this spa which had been recommended by someone they had met at a party. They were swingers but did not do it frequently. I had to leave the sauna as I was hot so said goodbye and went to the bar to get some water. I sat.