Suddenly Angie stirred and pretended to stretch as if she had just woke, “What were you saying, dear!” she asked. “I was just saying maybe we ma... not make it to our next motel before late this evening,” he lied and then added, “I was wondering if you wanted to stop somewhere else and then call ahead to the motel to change the booking back a day!”“Oh, I thought I heard something about spunk and my cunt!” Angie quizzed. Bobby did not answer straight away and Angie continued, “I just want us to be. ..I stopped for a bit, I didn't want to come yet.. She let the towel fall open as she was talking and asking probing questions, I told her about my panty fetish and she seemed really understanding about it...I kept looking at her pussy and tits, and I said that after all these years of marriage i still found her body hot,and I said i jerked off almost daily using her panties and some of the nude pics we took of each other a few years ago...she said she masturbated too, but not every day, she. The light came on and for a moment i had to shut my eyes and blink away spots Oh hey Tom, I see you fixed the lights i said before looking toward the tall figure. Yeah i figured i should be the one to do it since Im the one on leave for a week… sometimes he took time off of work to rest and have parties with friends. We hadnt talked about the kitchen lights since last week when i had fallen in the dark and cut my arm with the knife i had been holding because i tripped on a chair or something. “Yes, I remember the time when I was telling you how wonderful your breasts were and you said: ‘These? They’re only lumps of fat.’ Well, they’re still looking swell, literally, if you don’t mind me saying.” Gaynor smiled and lifted her glass, swilling the liquid round and round, the remnants of the ice cubes clinking. “I think we’ve broken the ice, Richard, don’t you?” I nodded. “Yes, I do, thank you.” “So, what do you want to do? How long have you got?” “I need to be home about seven or eight.