..Close your eyes. Just for a moment; just for a moment.Hush. Your wife will be a while yet.There is time...Picture a hand that isn’t your hand, w...th patient fingers that walk the length of your wife’s arm, reaching her slender shoulders to brush the thin straps of her dress aside. With the faintest rustle, the dress is casually shrugged off and allowed to fall; but even before your beautiful wife has stepped clear from the pool of fabric her lover’s hands are already caressing a lazy line. Of course, I included me in the mix because my close family roots were ingrained in my personality like velvet bindings around a masochist.I have to say that those huge RVs are certainly built for carnal relations whilst rolling down the highway at top speed. It was a choice of transportation that kept our family business “undercover”, so to speak, leaving us only with a need to mingle with a little more variety when the two RVs parked in a camping ground overnight.In order to understand the. And I put my hand on her shoulder. She then laid her head on my chest.We rested in the same pose for about 30 minutes.Then we both had dinner.Then TV again in the same pose.Rani: Shall we do it, then??I had totally forgotten about the missions in her warm presence.Me: Oh. Yeah. We shallRani held my head with her hands.Rani: Look at me. We can skip this if you want. Are you sure about this??Me: Baby. I want to make this complete. I want to prove to you that I am the best. That I am worth. He asks how her back has been. He knows she's had soreness and in the past and that massage has often helped her. She again tightens her nightgown around her as they talk. Self-consciously she feels her own nudity beneath the thin, silky fabric. She sits in a nearby loveseat as he makes the bed. She has been sore, and sleeping in the huge bed upstairs alone has left her with a few kinks in her back. Her usual massage ther****t is on vacation as well. She stretches slightly, subconsciously.