You're probably out swinging every night, and when you're not, I bet you're swinging at home!"Fran blushed and turned to look at Morgan. She wasn't su...e just what he meant by "swinging", but it didn't sound quite right to her. "Really, Morgan..." she said in a discouraging tone. Her hand went up to push a wisp of long blonde hair that had fallen forward into her face."You've still got a smudge on your nose," Morgan declared."Thanks..." Tight-lipped with rage, Fran brushed past her husband's. Choose to make your life better than expected.”He realized, then, how simple life really was. How simple this decision was.**His mother was alone on the patio, sleeping comfortably in one of the lounge chairs. She was wearing only a large black sunhat and a pair of wide-framed sunglasses. Her body was almost completely still as he confidently strode towards her. Her breasts looked deliciously taut as they laid flat against her chest, gently pushing up and down with each of her tiny breaths.. After a long week, I really need human touch. He gently raises my arms above my head and continues to massage my back and arms. As he's massaging up my arms, he gently grazes the side of my breast and continues caressing down my back. My nipples tingle in excitement at the accidental touch. He starts moving down towards my feet to focus on my hips as requested. After adding more oil, he uses his large, masculine hands to circle my hips above my panty waistline. His thumbs grind on my. He asked, “How do you know?”Beth looked at him like he was crazy. Tilting her head to the side, she asked, “Didn’t you know that we’ve been sleeping with her and Sarah ever since they started working here?”Surprised, Ed asked, “What about the benefit program that’s supposed to kick in now?”Looking at Ed like he was slow, she answered, “Didn’t you realize that facade was only for the sake of John?”Staring at Beth, he said, “What?”“You didn’t know?”Shaking his head, Ed said, “No, I didn’t.”“No.