With all the moving around, her skirt had ridden up, so that by the time Nick's hand was moving under it he was already caressing her tender inner thi...hs. At the same time, she noticed Sam was no longer massaging her shoulders, but caressing her neck and her chest, just above her breasts. This is really not a good idea, she thought."Boys, what are you doing?" she asked dreamily. She licked her dry lips, but kept her eyes closed."Just giving you a Mother's Day massage. It is your special day,". "The marshal was a man of his word and was back within 15 minutes. Behind him was a woman who looked like she had to be 100 years old if she were a day. She shooed me out of the way and bent down to take a close look at the injured man. "Tish, tish. Harold Gains, I have told you a million times that you are too gallant for your own good! Well, this time you will pull through with only a major headache and a scar that will look very dashing. Sir, (talking to me) please hand me that bag that I. "Best you've had. And by the way, you're not bad yourself.," she smiled self confidently."Well, what about it? I already explained the cut. Interested?" I might be. Like I explained, I'm married. I like screwing, but I don't want to mess up a good thing. So it will only be afternoons and some weekends. When my husband is out of town I'll let you know." Sounds okay by me. When you wanna start?" I think I just did. You owe me two hundred. Ordinarily I'd make it three, but I'll give you a company. I feel heat running through my body, down my stomach and up my thighs to my crotch."I can smell your hunger,” purrs June without opening her eyes.“I love your tits,” I mumble. June sits up, and I get a better look at them. They’re perfect. Like … apples. Small, but they look delicious.“Oh really?” she says, arching an eyebrow. “You’ve never shown much interest in them before.” She’s right. I love kissing her. I love when she eats me out. But who wouldn’t? She’s a great kisser. And her tongue is.