She keeps catching a glimpse of something moving on the third floor opening. Every time she looks up there is nothing there and she is getting very ar...oused because she can feel the passion but its a familiar passion in the air of someone there. Someone she knows. She decides to go and take a look just to satisfy her curiosity. She has a friend that shares the same interests as her and she believes that maybe it is him. She likes that idea a lot.Angie walks over to the stairs and starts to climb. As Jay was leaving, he gave my wife a hug, and let his hand drop to cup her right buttock. She didn't push him away, but kept her arms around him and let him get in another squeeze or two. From the bulge in his jeans, I could see that Jay was very aroused. After Jay left, my wife disrobed and gave me a very nice blowjob. She was obviously still turned on, and I had to remark on it. I told her I thought she had a thing for Jay, which she quickly denied, somewhat angrily. As the weeks passed, my. Forgot my cane inside,” I told her groggily.She nodded. “You should get up and get a shower,” she told me. “We’re not doing the rest of the presents until later, but you still need to have lunch before they close the kitchen.”I nodded and rolled out of bed, grabbing my cane and limping across the hall to the bathroom.“Damn! You are in rough shape,” she commented. “You need a hand?”“I’ll manage,” I said tiredly. “Thanks though. There’s a letter on my desk. Go read it. We’ll talk about it when. "Oh well," she muttered as she switched off the taps. "Just one more night, and then we are done with it for another few months."It was true that she did not relish these experiences; that the only real pleasure she gained from them was the chance to go out with her father and her sister; although last night had been something else again.She smiled as she remembered Laurie's jubilation the night before, when she made contact with that stag. "The kill is mine!" she had howled out to the night.