I frown as you flex your obviously tight shoulders again, you heave a sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose."Come here Darling" Taking you by the han... I urge to come with me. A quizzical look is on your face but you willingly and then, quite happily when you see the direction I am taking follow along."Take your clothes off and lay down, I'll go get some oil... I want to take care of those tired shoulders of yours." Stepping out of my robe, just a chemise and silky panties on now I lean over. I darted towards the stairs, running up them. My feet drummed on the carpeted steps, my small breasts jiggling in my bra. My clit throbbed, rubbing against the fabric of my panties. I was soaking through them.I reached the second floor and glanced at the closed bathroom door. The shower was loud. She wouldn’t hear anything. My heart racing, I ripped off my blouse. I tossed it into my open bedroom, standing just outside the doorway. The bathroom door was right behind me. My bra came off next,. ‘Have you lain with a man yet’? I looked at my new mother, even through my eyes as a teenager, I saw something bordering witchery in her dark eyes. ‘You mean sex’, I retorted, to which she replied, ‘Yes, fucking, sucking, buggery’? She expressed those three words slowly and deliberately, each one with with a step in my direction, until she stood behind me and put her hand through my long hair, stroking my scalp, and making those tiny whispy hairs on my swan like neck stand on end. I was being. I would love to sleep and get a temporary respite from my misery but that’s out. What I should do is sit and enjoy the view from fifteen thousand feet but instead I do the worst thing possibly, I start to relive the events leading up to my little floatplane ride. Up until a month ago I was married to one of the most beautiful women in the little central Pennsylvania town where we both grew up. Her name is Sheila. The town is Henley. Sheila was born on the other side of the tracks, the wealthy,.