I didnt bother with the towel anymore, that ship had sailed. She moved to her collection of bottles and picked one out of one of the buckets. Warm coc...nut oil shot onto my back, and strong little fingers began working it into my skin. I closed my eyes, enjoying the incredible massage as she unknotted every muscle in my back with her talented hands. The girl next started on my palms, digging into the small muscles of my hand with the tips of her fingers. After one was done, she worked her way. " What do you mean, 'playroom'?" Just you see." Angela took a key on a chain from a loop on the belt of her skirt. "Sorry the wardrobe was locked," she said unfastening the door, "but we didn't think there was anything in here you'd want until we got here."As the door swung open I was pretty convinced that I still didn't want any of it. Arranged neatly inside, on racks and shelves, was equipment that looked as though it was specifically intended for my discomfort; a comprehensive collection. We both were topless. She started to rub against me – I could feel those melons in my chest. I moved back a little and held those boobs and started to knead them and started kissing her chests and breasts. She in excitement moved her arms up. I placed kisses on her both underarms… And started licking…she started to wriggle like a fish…Back to melons I kissed and took as much as I could and sucked vigorously. Brought her boobs together so that her both nipples are close and kissed on them,. "So do I."It had been months since I had felt that good and I could see that Erica was happy too. I got up to get myself a bowl of cereal and Erica turned her attention to the newspaper. I watched her from behind for a moment and felt a lump in my throat. It was the realization that I had come close to losing her. If she hadn't come home from LA when she did, it might have been to late to save the marriage. Watching her reading the paper just made everything feel so normal. I suddenly wasn't.