Cameron opened the door wide and stepped to the side while she came in. She was wearing a white blouse tucked into some dark blue jeans and she smelle... amazing. Something like cinnamon tickled his nose.The outfit clashed a little with the slippers, but she kicked them off just inside the door, exactly as Mira had done, and was only in some tiny little ankle socks. She stepped past him as he moved back a little to let her by, and she set the plate on the bag on the table just behind him. He. She made an offer to earn on vacation.She said she has got some unsatisfied friends around who are longing for special attention towards their pussies and in return ready to pay as much I demand.I told her, I never would like to take this new passion as a profession for life. She just told when ladies are ready to pay you for what they want…. What’s wrong with giving them what they want…??I thought for a while and said Okay let’s see. I was so happy that I was going to satisfy more women with. After 20 years and 3 kids, she was still my fantasy girl. We had just gotten the dishes cleaned up, and were finishing up our drinks in the kitchen. I put my arms around her and kissed her. “That was a great dinner,” I said. My hands moved down to her ass. “What’s for dessert?” “Meet me upstairs in 10 minutes” she said, kissing me on the cheek. She scampered up the steps toward our bedroom. A few minutes later, I opened the bedroom door to find my wife lying on the bed. She was gloriously. I had heard that Dean had retired, and was pleased to learn that he would take the assignment. Neither of us knew that it would become more complex. ‘It’ll be a nice vacation. No pressure, no expense sheets,’ I told him. ‘Well, I’ll probably put pressure on myself. Sex everyday for a week? I haven’t done that since…’ ‘Yeah, I know, Bang-kok!’ ‘Well, actually, more recently than that.’ Dean grinned. ‘But it’s still classified.’.