Her eyes narrowed in confusion, how couldhe be thinking of his stomach at a time like this? Shewas so distracted she didn’t notice the syrup bot...leuntil it was too late. “What are you -Ah!” she cried as he squeezed two goodsized gobs onto her breasts. He drizzled the warmliquid on her nipples as she gasped in surprise, tryingto free her hands from his strong grip. “You’re goingto make a mess! What’s going on?” Her rant broke into adeep moan as he took. She had time. Her fingers slid between her legs while her other hand cupped her breasts. She didn't have the urgency, but she still had the need.She wondered if this was what guys felt when they did themselves. She'd never asked Butch, and with Danny there'd always been something a little more important to do. Besides, guys had something to hold on to. Whereas she... She began to move her fingers in lazy circles around her clit. Her other hand sought out her breasts, cupping them, feeling how. ..my friend Helen is coming for a week holiday. We will see you at dinner time. Thinking of you, Love, ME." I got up, went into her bathroom to wash my face, and saw the burgundy bra and panty she had worn the day before neatly folded on the hamper. The recollection of what we had done the night before was still in my mind, and my erection started to grow. I lifted the cover of the hamper, and was greeted by her burgundy slip, along with bras, stockings, panties and pantyhose from the week. A hug to my wife and a promise of a home cooked meal for the two of us as soon as she got herself settled in. Laura and I headed home soar and ready for a shower. Climbing into bed, my wife had already planned her next move. I settled in to my side of the bed when almost immediately I felt my wife’s hand fall a cross my belly. Her touch was soft and her fingers slowly circled my navel. She nibbled a little on my shoulder while her fingers did there magic on my navel. “Thanks for helping move.