Getting up and putting on her robe, she headed towards the bathroom and ran the tub full of hot, steaming water and then disrobed and tested the water...with her toes. The temperature felt right so she got in the tub and slowly sank into with water, lying there with only her head above the water and relaxed. The scented oils she'd already put in the waters washed her body and made her feel so much better.Thirty minutes later she was fully dressed in her 'relaxing' clothes, a pair of linen slacks. The midday sun felt warm on their skin, and both of them noticed the cool breeze gently breathing through their pussies, as if the air itself was a lover taking a brief respite from giving them oral pleasure - pleasure that Molly had never experienced but had often imagined.The playground fell silent aside from the sound of rugby balls hitting the concrete, and footballs skidding along the hard ground, ignored by the intended recipient whose attention now resided elsewhere.Squinting as their. She hugged me (like she always did) and keep rubbing her nose on my ears and making me feel tickled (she always did it when I was a kid).I kept pushing her away and she kept coming back to me and hugged me ever hard, for the 1st time I noticed that her boobs crushed on my chest and they were very soft but form, I liked the feeling but did not show as if I was enjoying it, the fight continued and she put on of her legs on mine to hold me in one place so that she can tickle my ears.It sent a. “Hang on. Let me get the opener,” Betty remarked, sitting the wine glasses and wine on the glass topped coffee table positioned in front of the white leather couch on which I had settled.. Betty quickly disappeared back into the kitchen and then emerged with the cork screw. “Will you do the honors?” Betty asked, handing me the cork screw. I pushed the tip end of the cork screw into the cork of the wine bottle and began to screw it in. Betty stepped over to the fire place and knelt down in.