"You guys were too hot!" I moaned."Mind if I join you?" Jeannie asked, her eyes on my roving hands. "My legs are covered with come if you can believe ...that."She laughed as she dropped her nightshirt, and I moved back under the spray, giving her room to get into the shower."I hope you're not upset" she whispered. "It just kind of happened, you know?" Jeannie looked at me with genuine concern in her eyes.I smiled and stepped closer. Putting my arms around her, we swayed back and forth under the. Her initial contact had been a short questionnaire, not much more than personal details, names, ages, length of time married, length of time as a couple and a strange one about exclusivity that she could not understand. To her, once a couple were a couple then they stayed a couple unless they broke up, you certainly do not see other people when you have a boyfriend. The end of the questionnaire asks her to say what she hoped to get from their program. She had put down, quite concisely in her. Clause in a little of the old roly poly, usually with damned little success. For a long time I just thought she was too old for sex, then I began to notice that far-away look in her eye more and more often and thought I could see more movement under her long skirts than could reasonably be explained. So, I kind of lurked around the corner of the hall one day until she began breathing a little faster and moaning a bit.Before long, she was really yelling for somebody to go faster because she was. "Uncle Mitch has to work tomorrow so that he can be off for our picnic on the fourth. He's rolled off Rosita by now and is asleep." WHAT?" I just couldn't picture Mitch screwing the maid while his wife was away. He didn't seem the type.She pulled back slightly from the waist up, but kept her grip on Big Tony. She gave me the first truly serious look I'd seen from her. "You so don't know about Aunt Gwendolyn, do you, Cuz?" She searched my eyes, not with Cinnamon's intensity, but with more than.