That was the last time we went to White Hart Lanetogether.We had an agreement that Jodie nearly always prepared our meals on thebasis that I agreed to...wash up but if I prepared the meal she would washup. After a month or so Jodie bought an apron for me to wear whilst Iwas washing up. She told me to close my eyes whilst she put it on me.When I opened my eyes I was shocked as I looked down at the apron to seethere were inflatable breasts on it and it made it look like I waswearing a French. When he saw her nipples harden from her touch he couldn’t suppress a moan and his hips jerked forward. Her hands lingered on her nipples- more from the pleasure than from necessity. He was rubbing his cock vigorously now, his other hand cupping and kneading his balls. Her hands moved lower, over her soft tummy, then twisted back and rubbed her back as well. Her skin glowed pink now from the flow of blood to her skin. She took more lotion and lifting one of her legs onto the table started. . and the ruins of that city we found pretty much told mewe weren't in Kansas anymore, so to speak." His smile grew. "I see it's beeneating away at you, too." Just a little bit."The men walked through the camp toward the somewhat-intact cockpit of thedowned airliner. Dozens of dirt- and sweat-streaked faces turned their way,but there was little in the way of greeting. Life had been hard, and thosestill among the living had quickly learned to focus on the things that Matthad said would help them. A small wave of intense pleasure shot through my body followed by second larger wave, till they started coming one after another overwhelming my senses. I sat up very quickly letting out loud moan. I threw my hand back to prop me up and placed the other on the back of his head. I closed my eyes as my head fell back, letting out more loud moans, as the waves began to become less intense. I took my hand from his head and cupped my breast, massaging it, the sweat had now formed a perfect layer on.