He gave me a knowing smile, and I could tell he was excited. My wife shyly declined. "I give really great foot rubs," he assured her while boldly reac...ing down to firmly grab her right ankle to pull her foot up, and onto his lap. My wife kept her foot right where he had placed it. Feeling emboldened, he slowly undid the buckle on her heel, and slid her shoe off. My wife let out a little moan of approval. She seemed happy to be airing out her foot. He started rubbing his thumbs into her soles,. Me and my father in-law headed into the house to clean up. I came out to find everyone in the kitchen and supper was about ready. We sat down and ate and after supper we sat on the patio and had a few drinks. My wife kept rubbing on my thigh and working her way up to my crouch. I was still horney from my earlier view so it did not take much to get my cock hard. She noticed and grabbed it and gave it a good squeeze and then a little stroke. "Well baby you had a long day fishing you ready for. We were in Alabama that night and in the morning we stopped at a rest plaza on route 65 just outside of Athens. There was a light mist and the sun was coming up over some hills that were lush green and trees. There wasn’t a single color except for the green and all different shades of green: forest, blue, and hundreds of other shades. I don’t think crayola knows what to call all of it. That was when I knew that it was spring and that was when I started the letters. I wrote to Sam on a picnic. "Kevin," she said quietly, "about last night..." Yes?" You don't think I'm a..." her voice faded away and her eyes were pleading for understanding. Understanding of what, I've no idea."You're a, what?" I asked just as softly."Slut."I blinked, "Why would I think that?" I demanded a little loudly."Shhh," she hissed, "You don't think I'm a slut because I gave you a, uhmm, a..." No, I don't," I declared and then grinned, "but if you want to do it again you can, you know, any time you like."It was.