Her right hand was exploring, moving along the length of my cock. Her left hand cupped my balls and hefted them.“Am I freaking you out?” she asked...in my ear.“I’m about to have an accident,” I gasped.Her hand gripped tight around my penis. I couldn’t have cum if my life had depended on it.“Let’s not be in a hurry,” she breathed.“I’ve never done this,” I panted. “I don’t know what is and isn’t a hurry.”“My baby is a virgin,” she moaned.“Your baby is ... your baby,” I gasped. I was worried she was. “Way to go, girl!”Kathleen cautiously slipped the robe over her shoulders, and pulled the sides over to close it, then tied the loose belt. “That’s better!” She declared.Catherine asked her, “Are you coming with us for breakfast?”Kathleen nodded. “I presumed that was why you were here.”“Damn. No. I am here to make sure you don’t backslide in your exercising. If you want to fuck my husband any time soon, you have to prove you are effectively back to normal. Got it?”“Got it. But I get to have. The thought of his comfortable estate being passed to the hands of French lingerie model was horrifying to a man so set in his ways and resentful of change. It seemed almost unpatriotic to even consider the consequences.His next door neighbor was the complicated but alluring Lady Templeton who answered to the name of Lady Patricia when personages of intellect were in attendance at one of her many dinner parties that she employed to "stay busy" in her newly acquired widowhood. Lady Patricia and. See you later!" He waved and headed out.*****Boudoir Boost had been a lot of fun, and a pretty good workout besides.Paul was hooked. He made sure to come to the next week's session. Andthe next. As always, he was the last to arrive, slipping into theaerobics room only a minute or so before Vikky started up the music. He'dalways prided himself on being on time.The other girls, thankfully, got used to his presence pretty quickly.There were fewer giggles and sidelong looks from them in the.