Maybe she was upset over him not doing anything when I'd told him about what mom and I thought. Maybe she got tired of watching him drink himself into...a stupor every night like I'd also heard he'd been doing. Maybe, after he'd gotten his dick wet a few times, he realized what a big mistake he'd made. I don't know, but whatever the reason, he was living with a couple old pals of his from the Navy and staying away from my mother and the El Bolero Tavern.Ellen and I, and most of the family,. .." taking another look at our key and the number on the door, "...yeah, here we go." With a turn of the key, the door swung open and our eyes were immediately drawn to the king-size bed in the middle of the room against the far wall. It was decorated in a mountain of fluffy pillows and two white bathrobes with a pair of slippers each. They way they were laid out, it looked like a couple had fallen face first onto the bed and just melted away, leaving only their robes and slippers behind. The. I reached over and began to fondle my wife’s tits, pulling down her thin nightie, to expose her erect nipples, and I began to suck on these, pushing her soft, tits together and moving my mouth from one to the other …“Mandy’s next door, we have to be very quiet!” my wife said, as she slid off her nightie, “It’s OK, she’ll be asleep” I whispered, as I began to kiss her tits, and worked my way down to her belly. I could clearly see in the light of the bedside clock, and I could imagine the show. Midday rolls around, and I am starting to feel as if I will be driven mad by the constant state of arousal that You have kept me in. Every time I manage to get used to the intensity You have the toys set to, You change it, and I have to start over. I wouldn’t mind, but You just seem to know instinctively when to make the switch to keep me at my horniest. We leave the office together and I do my best to conceal my excitement. We climb into Your car and pull out on to the main.