They were bothsmooth, legs long and ass firm. But still she wanted tolose a couple pounds and tone what she said stillneeded to be toned. The elevator...doors opened and Erin stepped out. Sheknelt down and tied the laces on her cross trainersmaking sure they were tight. She didn’t want her lacesto get caught in the tread machine as she ran. The gymin her apartment was a public one and wasn’t that big.It had just enough to get a fairly good workout. There was a tread machine, two. Her hands were moving all over me, they crossed over the scar tissue on my chest and she stopped, pulled away and turned on the bedside light. She looked at my scars and asked what happened I explained as best as I could. Really the bullet holes weren't that bad but the surgical scars... they looked like I was on the wrong end of a knife fight or a buzz saw. She leaned down and kissed my scars and said, “Oh you poor baby.” She pushed me down on my Back and Said, “Let Momma take care of you.”. It was completely stunning to witness.Fred looked across and saw me, he smiled. “Welcome back Tim.” Jess’s eyes flashed wide, she looked in my direction. She instinctively tried to cover herself but Fred held her exposed. “Relax baby, he wants to see you like this.” He put his hand back on her breast and continued to rub her “He likes watching me touch you.”Fred stood, lifting Jess delicately to her feet in the process. Her beautiful tits were jiggling, exposed, as she stood, her face was. I was extremely wet. I had two fingers inside myself and I was squeezing my clit as well. My fingers were slippery and I was pinching it between two knuckles, hard. It felt amazing when my clit was squeezed like that, but it was especially good when it sort of burst through between my knuckles. I did it again and again. Then the door to our bedroom slowly opened.Although it was open only a few inches, I could tell it was my son looking in. He knew what I would be doing. He wanted to see if I.