"It's a depilatory cream."My wife is Portuguese. I assumed she had mistranslated this as I had noidea what a depilatory cream was. I liked Portugal ...but I hated theirfolk dances. Every tune sounded the same and the women's dresses wereso much like a grandmother's dress. It just wasn't sexy like flamenco.Why didn't they dance to fado which was so much more beautiful?"What do I do with it?" I asked."Rub it on your chest, stomach, arms and legs using this spatula andthen call me."I went into. " Give it to me now Todd! I want to feel your warm cream fill my mouth." OMG! I am filling your mouth. You release my cock, letting my last load cover your breasts." Mmmm Todd, I love your thick cream. I stand so you can watch me swallow and massage your cream into my breasts."I let out a soft gasp that my wife heard. She looks over and asks if everything is okay. I tell her that things are ok, she goes back to her iPad. I then go back to mine."I kiss your breasts, suck your nipples. Getting. She was on her bed, eyes closed and hands pressed tightly between her legs. While I looked on, she fingered herself to orgasm after orgasm. She thought nothing of plunging her fingers down the front of my jeans and bringing me to a messy climax in public places. Or lifting her skirts and urging me to take her in locations where privacy was far from assured. It goes without saying that I had fallen hopelessly in love with Jillian and in the arrogance of youth, it never occurred to me to wonder. "She makes me very happy." She's a pretty girl. Tall, too."I laughed. "Yeah, she is." Do you love her?" he asked.In answer, I showed him my ring. "Yes, I love her. Very much."Dad thought for a minute and said, "I don't know what to do to help heal the friction between you and your mother. I know she misses you, but she's a stubborn woman at times."Having had several days to think about seeing my parents again, I uttered the words I'd rehearsed in my mind, over and over."You can tell her I'm.