Just get me something.’ He left the room and returned a few minutes later. ‘Open up,’ he said. He didn’t want me to see what I was taking. I l...t him get away with it because it just might help. I woke up some time later. There was an aroma of something cooking but I couldn’t identify it. My head ached and I was hot, but at least I wasn’t sweating. Jeff walked into the bedroom with a steaming mug with a spoon sticking out of it. ‘Homemade chicken soup,’ he announced. ‘Studies have shown it to be. He made a show of kneading and squeezing them telling me it was important I correctly massage the tissue if I didn’t want any future issues. I couldn’t help but moan and started to fidget a little as his rough hands roamed over my chest. As it escaped my lips his fingers seized the opportunity and went for my nipples, squeezing them roughly between his thumb and forefinger before rolling them tightly. A squeal escaped my lips and the unknown feeling combine with the sensitivity they already. Somewhere like that would be fun to explore when it is warmer, as there are loads of opportunities for illicit outside sex, always with the chance of being caught. A gorgeous, warm summer evening would be perfect. I could wear a pretty beach dress, without a thong on, so that when we got chance you could have easy access to my velvety pussy lips, and slip your fingers inside me. The woods would be quiet and apart from the rustle of arran grass and the lapping of the sea, it would be so. ,” would be home. I waited and the door opened, there she was smiling wearing kind of a flimsy full length robe. The back light shown through and I avoided noting it, sort of. She just glowed. “Oh good. You’re here,” she said. Once inside she gave me a kiss. “Oh, you remember me,” I said. She reached to pinch my stomach in her grasp, teasing and I jumped, laughed.She stood still as if waiting for me to act, do or say something. I kind of shyly raised my eyes and said, “Hi Candy Lady,” with a.