"If I could," I whispered. "I'd make you carry me all the time."Bemariq chuckled. Arms like spry tree trunks lifted me up, and myhusband carried me to...the bathroom. While we cleaned ourselves in theshower, warm water filled the bathtub.The tub was cramped, with the two of us sitting face to face. Our legswere interlocked, and our lower halves close. Above the water we werefully a dashing man and a presumably attractive woman. But under thesurface, I wasn't all that I felt I was.My thoughts. Great view. As it was the only 7th story building at the border of centre,overlooking all historic old Amsterdam.The room was small, about ten square meters.So I build a double bed as an entresol.Below a big couch, on top my main love-nest.Ballet had been her main hobby for a dozen yearswhen I met her. Second one was ballroom dancing.Her lady teacher was very good and experienced but already eighty years old. So only a few classes a week.Hence my blonde beauty practised a lot at home.By lack of. James was happy to please me. You’re my husband. Do your duty! Maybe I’ll even tell you some more while you’re at it?”That was all the encouragement Bruce needed. He crawled under the sheet and made his way between his wife’s legs. Her aroma was potent, which only increased his desire. It was almost as if he was now being included, in a limited way, in the evening’s fun. He began lapping her moist pussy with the flat of his tongue.For her part, Linda was amazed that he had acquiesced so. I didn’t think about that. But you know your schedule.”“Like clockwork. I should be good tomorrow. Believe me, I’d like to play but it wouldn’t be much fun. That’s a bad way to start.”“Okay. I hear Lisa complain when it’s her time of month so I know it can’t feel good. But, you know, I feel like getting a kiss from you is a compliment. Does that sound weird?”“No. I feel the same way. I don’t deserve you. But if you feel that way too, we’re both winners. Tara will be here soon. I’ve got some.