I won’t need to do ironing all day long.”“You know how to do that?” Carter mumbled.He only had clothes that could not wrinkle. Much. For every...thing else, he used local services. But Aron ironing? Somehow, that was possible. The man had always been so self-sufficient. Or at least he had been before meeting Alex and deciding he suddenly needed a husband.Ouch. Back to reality.“Do you, um, think about, you know, getting back with your husband?” he asked, his voice meek.Aron squeezed his arms. She then arrangedall her tools and Jim's choice of polish on her work table and preparedto clean and and massage and pumice Jim's toes and feet. I heard Jim sighin complete relaxation as this process carried on. I was doing my ownsighing next to him. I LOVE PEDIS!After the feet and leg massages, the manicurist looked to me, and I gaveher the go ahead to start shaping Jim's nails. I made a hand signal inthe shape of an oval. And she knew that this was not to be a square cutmen's pedicure. This. . I was trying to..."I laughed. "I know you were... It's okay... It's just they've been abit more sore than normal... And itchy... I think mom changed thedetergent or something..."Sam stared for a moment at my breasts and said, "Or something..." Shescrewed her face up in thought for a moment and then asked, "Jordan...I know this might be weird... Can I see them? I mean not to be like...You know, creepy. But to see what might be causing them to hurtmore..."I thought for a moment and said, "I. "I was shocked by her comment and mumbled, "How so?" Oh... Nothing... I was just... thinking."Her words stopped there, and I replied, "Thinking what?"Mom looked around me at Dad and whispered, "Why don't we finish this conversation up in your room."My cock jumped when I heard that and rapidly stood up.Quietly, we ventured up to my room, and once their Mom said, "How about I make an exception for the holiday." An exception?" I replied as Mom locked my door and then did something startling by.