She sat with me and accepted wine. She seemed to have a certain excitement about her but kept her composure and entered into conversation with me, enq...iring as to my age and health and commenting upon my clothing and appearance. I engaged in conversation with her as Mistress Pickles and Jenkins had advised me I should, complimenting her and making no enquiries concerning her identity nor her private life. We conversed genially and occasionally she would touch but never immodestly. I noticed. With a slightly confused tone. Noting her lack of any joke or humor in her response was odd, but I just chalked it up to her being distracted by her friends drama she always seemed to be texting about. I went to the front closet and grabbed my hoodie, as Sara followed me to the entrance. She had been looking at her phone and put it into her pocket as she hugged me sweetly. Sorry I couldnt take you home. then as she pulled tighter and pressed her tits and crotch to me slowly rubbing against my. OoOooThe chalet was everything we hoped it would be. The only thing that wasn’t in the chalet when we arrived was that special present from Santa. We didn’t have it in us to complain as we were over the moon with everything else. On the third day, I was getting restless and so I decided to treat my body to some exercise. I left Melissa in the chalet on the day of Christmas Eve, primarily to go skiing and promising that I would be back in plenty of time to help with the festivities.However, in. After three months of living in sexual seclusion, seeing the way her ass wiggled reminded me of the things I had taken for granted. First, there was her well kept, 36 24 34, figure, and then there was her long raven like natural red hair. Of course, let me not forget her beautiful green eyes and near perfect alabaster white skin.Needless to say, I was a tad distracted by my wife's bouncing beautiful bottom when the curb decided to reach up and viciously assault my knee.The orthopedic specialist.