I grinned at her, and she tiredly returned the expression. We continued washing for a few minutes, until I found myself facing the showerhead, Angie b...hind me. She unexpectedly grabbed me in an embrace, and whispered in my ear, Your turn big bro. Her breasts were pressed to my back and her arms were around my chest. Her soapy hands slid down to my cock and delicately traced over my pubic hair. I like you like this. Dont shave it. I could hear the grin in her voice. I grinned back and shook. Deborah was waiting for me when I got off the phone and I told her about Rhea, and her dilemma. She had a few ideas, as it turned out, about trying to get into a school in the UK. As we talked, I noticed she was looking at me a little differently. A little more, I don’t know, analytically, like she was wondering what the Dickens I was doing with a thirty year old girlfriend, and trying to help get her into med school. +++++ Our third day on the road promised to be our most ‘interesting’ yet, we. "Fuck yeah!" Peter said."Yes. That's a good boy. You know its the right thing to do" said my wife with a huge smile knowing that I had just begged another man to fuck her and the fact she now knew for sure he was going to put that big cock deep in her pussy."Peter, I just have one request." I stammered.Peter looked irked. "What the fuck do you want pussy?" Please let me stay and watch you fuck her. I am begging you, please let me stay and watch you fuck her." I pleaded with my wife's. Smith. She kept her hands in her lap until he said she could take a bite. He allowed her to use the fork. She chewed the savory food slowly, relishing the texture against her tongue. It was the first solid food she had had in four days. She cried as she swallowed and thanked him.He allowed her to eat the entire meal. If she had taken one bite without permission, it would have been the last. He didn't say that, but somehow, she knew.Instead of turning off into the training room, Mr. Smith took.