My nipples are rock hard, and I really am cold.I make my move.Crawling under the duvet at the foot of the bed, I wriggle upwards, slowly running each ...hilled hand from the tips of your toes, up your large feet, squeezing your ankles, and massaging your calves as I go. Now my hard nipples, hot metal filials of arousal, are grazing your skin, traversing through the hairs on your legs as I continue to wriggle upwards under the duvet.Ah, your thighs. Mmmm... I run my fingers gently through your. "Clothing is not required where they are going." A nudist beach?" I asked."Naturist, I think they call themselves. Debbie loves climbing the rocks to get to the little beach."I thought about that. Then, I noticed some hesitation in Aimee's thoughts."What's bothering you, Aimee?" I asked.She was unsure how to answer, I could feel that in her mind. I quietly told her to calm down and just ask."I had been thinking about your coma," she said."Yes?" I asked. "I told you just about everything that I. .but I am not his Cuck,” I told her feeling disappointed, “not in reality anyway.” Trish cupped my testicles in her hand and looked up at me, “And what if you are about to be cuckolded...?” Her words brought back that sense of insecurity. One part of me felt that she would not take it all the way but I also felt unsure and uncertain. It was easy going along with it if I knew that at the end of the day she would not go as far as letting Abe fuck her, but I couldn’t be sure of that and neither. "Jessica honey? Are you home?" yelled out Jonathan Glazier as he opened the front door. As the Assistant Director of Operations at MI5, it had been a very bad day at the office with the botched kidnapping against MI0 and he could have sworn the car in front of the house belonged to that of his father-in-law."In here baby," announced a sultry voice coming from the kitchen.Dropping his briefcase and hanging up his suit jacket, Jonathan walked over to the kitchen door and opened it. His wife stood.