Chapter Thirty-Nine
“You were close, Andy. To finally casting aside your inhibitions.”
It’s Friday morning in the kitchen where I serve coffee, duties as houseboy continuing. Having arrived home after me, wife Linda climbed into bed where I laid on my stomach disobediently eschewing the den couch with my need for more comfort. The sheets though soft were not to touch my excoriated buttocks.
In joining me, I was barely able to move with my exhaustion and Linda humorously... mischievously... used my state of lethargy to first wedge herself over me then in shifting about press my face between the warm soft gelatinous thighs I formerly so much worshiped. The fragrance of her s*x both stimulated and overwhelmed, leaving no doubt as to how she spent the evening... the only question being wit
