Nicole looked at her wine glass. It was still full."It would be a shame to let this go to waste. Here," she said, passing him the glass.Well, it would...be a shame, George thought. Before he knew it, he'd tipped the glass back and poured the whole contents down his throat."Heh, seems like you really like it," Nicole said. "Why don't you bring the bottle with you?"Whoa, George thought as bubbles of light-headedness trickled up through his brain. He was probably going to regret this come tomorrow. His knee was propped up on a pillow.“How is your knee feeling today, Honey?”“Pretty good, I don’t feel any pain whatsoever unless I put weight on it.”I sat down beside him and said. “That’s awesome, Honey. I’m so glad.”He put his book down, turned to face me and pulled me into his arms. I turned my face upwards and he kissed me tenderly. Every time he kisses me like that causes butterflies in my tummy. After all these years married, you’d think it would get old, but not for me. I felt. He merely moved up and sat on me, behind my knees, pinning me in an immobile position. I’m sure he knew I wasn’t going to offer any real resistance. “Oh, this is nice, too,” he said. Grasping my jeans at the top with both hands, he slowly peeled them down my hips, turning them inside out as they came off. Strangely, when my panties started coming off with them, he stopped and took the time to put them back on me. “Don’t want to take those off before we enjoy them.” His voice was slow and soft.. In the next day, after having lunch I went to bed for taking a nap. I covered my body with a rapper and then called Bilkis and told her to wary at me that I might be sweated in sleep, if so, she would removed the rapper from my body. I covered my eyes with my arm so that I could peer her activities and acted like sleeping but my eyes were remained open. I thought the scene of the previous day and I could clearly remember the shape of her breasts, so the remembering made my dick erected inside.