You let your flannel shirt fall off your arms, revealing your toned torso. You place your hands on my hips, bunching my dress up in clumps in and arou...d your fingers. I lift my arms into the air allowing you to pull my dress over my head. I am braless, my thin white cotton panties the only article of clothing left on me. You walk towards the bed with an outstretched hand. I reach out too and my fingers brush yours briefly, but we never hold hands. There are only a few steps between where we. He whispers he will let her taste something even better than wine. He dips his big middle finger all along her love lips, smells at it and tells her to lick it clean. He knows well that her sexy smell will turn her on even more, which is just the way nature works, when making love leads to having sex. She feels how he slowly changes his movements along her love lips to circles around her mount, which hides her most sensitive spot. She hears how his breathing deepens and turns to moaning, not. There is also a hot tub that my wife loves to spend time in at the resort. That evening after dinner she headed off to the jacuzzi. I told her I would meet up with her after I pick up a bottle of wine from the resort bar. When I got to the jacuzzi my wife was sitting on the edge with only her feet and legs in the water up to her knees as she was chatting with the same guy who made the comment. There was also another single guy in the water as well. Both of them had their heads and eyes at. I began packing up my equipment and just looked up as the passengers were coming off the flight. The double-take I did was mimicked by nearly every man in the gate area. Leading the line of people getting off the plane was Angel Woodward. Riley had done her work well. I snatched up my roll-aboard and fell in with the line of people headed toward baggage claim. Just the glow on Angel’s face told me everything I needed to know. She had to be in Minneapolis to meet Simon. I stayed well back from.