”“Like what?”“Well, just off the top of my head - massage. You could massage your wife’s feet, or her back. I’ve never met a pregnant pers...n who doesn’t like that. And if she’s feeling up to it, she could do the same for you.”“Can you show us?”“Of course,” the short woman smiled. “I have an entire cabinet for exactly this...”Over the next few minutes, the doula unpacked her collection of oils and perfumes, and spoke gently about the hidden benefits of massage. The man watched her intently as. He smiled at her and she returned the gesture.He was an attractive young man around Sterling’s age. The younger lad hardly gave my twats a second look. Instead he was checking out my son.” I wondered if the rest of the family knew he was gay. It didn’t look like it, because he hid his admiration of Sterling very well.At the table next to him was a lone couple. They had wedding rings on so I assumed they were married. Her back was to us and he had the most direct unobstructed view of the show my. Her body felt sexually energized in a way that she couldn't ever have imagined.The woman was standing, wearing a long, gauzy skirt and no top. Her flame-colored hair partially hid her small breasts. Cindy was certain that she could see just a hint of what was between her legs. But those were just fleeting impressions. The flawless, white skin, the regal bearing, the impossible beauty were all impressed on her brain, but what held her attention was the woman's eyes.Nothing human could have eyes. As the heat in the van started to build, I worked my hands down to her shorts, unzipped them, and eased them off her long, slender legs. Her tight little cotton panties followed.When I reached for her cunt, I could feel that Penny was exceptionally hot and wet down there. I wanted so much to lick her tasty little slit, but I thought that Jessica might get jealous, since she enjoys the way my tongue turns her on. As if she read my mind, Jessica said, "Go for it, David! Suck her pussy. Just save.