I was blushing that he had caught me pleasuring myself with the jets. We shared some small talk: first time here - yes; in town on business - yes; sta...ing long - no; and so on. At least he was articulate. While we were talking above the noise of the jets, I felt his leg brush against mine. I wasn’t sure it was intentional, but when it recurred, I knew it was not. I did not recoil or let on that anything was amiss. I was growing excited, though. It wasn’t long before I felt his foot sliding. I was not surprised to find out that my naughty sexy wife was not wearing any panties at all. Her shaven mound looked glistening.The carpenter knelt down in front of Ana and he started licking her sweet belly, as his hands rubbed the crack of her ass.He finally buried his tongue up Ana’s crotch and she gasped loudly.I knew my wife would come very soon in his tongue and I was right. After just a minute licking, she screamed loud and grabbed his hair, pushing his face against her swollen pussy. Moon light was trying to get into the room through the tiny holes in it. The floor was carpeted. Now it felt warmer and better. Yet she felt a little chill breeze rifting through the plantations and asked me if I could hug her. I could have burnt down the moon fictionally for her at this very moment but all I had to do was take a little step forward and give a warm hug to the girl I take pride in and make her feel comfortable in the warmth of my chest. I stepped forward after a little pause and. It was too much of a coincidence for him to ignore, which led to us becoming acquainted and more. Since then, Terry has gotten used to being a young man, though some parts do trip him up now and again. Men don’t openly check one another out the way women do in the dressing room, being one example. Terry’s revelation led to me telling him about the Djinn, the curse/blessing of my maternal family going back hundreds of years. He was dubious at first but was willing to listen. Finally, I took.