After a couple of blindingly delicious strokes, Janice tucked me back into my panties, nice and safe."Now, since this is something of a vintage gown, ... think we need something special underneath as well," Janice pulled out a pair of cream colored bloomers from the box. "Would this be okay?" Yes!" I gasped, delighted. They were silky long-legged bloomers, with delicate ribbons and lace stitched into the hems. Janice held them out to me and I carefully stepped into them. My skin tingled as she. Caring for a small baby was time-consuming, of that there was no doubt. She was suffering a little post-partum depression; a good hot bath should ease some of that tension, I hoped.Soon enough, the water stopped running. I waited a couple more minutes, and then wandered into the bedroom. My wife was sitting there, on the edge of the bed; her hair was tied up in one towel, while she was perched on the other, trying to reach places which only a year before had been in close proximity, now. Dad was busy flipping the bacon and hadn’t noticed me. “Morning dad,” I said, waiting for him to turn around. “Morning sweetie,” he said, adjusting the bacon with some tongs. “Sleep OK?”“I did, and you?”“Can’t complain,” he said, still fixated on the bacon. I stepped a little closer.“Happy birthday,” I said.“I wondered if you’d remember,” he said, lifting the bacon pan and bringing it closer to the plate he had ready. He used the tongs to place the bacon on the plate, then returned the pan to. Anita signaled her readiness and encouraged me to begin by reaching under her blouse and squeezing her breast. I again pushed the sheet clear of my hard-on and began a gentle teasing. I coaxed a drop of pre-cum to the tip, scooped it up on my finger and brought it to my lips. Anita's mouth parted and her tongue slipped out in a copy of my tasting motion. I licked my palm for lubrication and began a slow but steady rubbing of my swollen head. Anita brought a finger to her mouth to lick and.