You’re absolutelybeautiful.” She certainly was exaggerating there. “I’m notexaggerating,” she said, apparently reading...my mind. She went on:“Look! You have a beautiful face…” she put her hand on the side of myhead and drew close and *kissed* me! “…and a body that men would*k**l* for!” She ran her hand down the side of my body toward myhips! “I’d *love* a body like yours.”I might have been flattered, but. Alan nodded then stretched the short nap had done him wonders. Sitting up he saw both Emory and Madde smiling at him. “So are you done?” Madde said.“Wait?! You and uncle heard all of that?” Alan asked.“Kind of hard not to as loudly and strongly as you and they were projecting!” Madde replied.“I guess Truda was right. I need to practice more if I am to keep my thoughts to myself!” Alan chuckled.“Yeah that might be a good idea. Especially as strong as I feel Truda is becoming!” Madde advised. I said okay. I looked in the bathroom again and also noticed a separate shower. Karen returned a few minutes later with a woman, wearing a pair of black leather pants and a white blouse. Karen introduced me to Miranda. We said our hello's and how are you's and all that. Karen then turned to me and in front of Miranda undid my jeans and began sucking my still rock hard cock.I closed my eyes and then felt another pair of hands on my body. I looked up to see Miranda lift my shirt up over my head. However, I could not fault the thoroughness.“Robert Price, semi-retired Architect, he’s fifty-two?” I asked although it was clear in the report that the man my wife was seeing was better than a decade older than myself.“Yes, but he’s quite vigorous and keeps himself in good physical condition.”“I can see that from the daily and weekly routines, you have provided me.”“You wanted detail. I got you detail.”I gave her a hard look. There was a definite attitude coming across her desk toward.