. um..." Don't worry hon, you can tip me next time you come in." That's assuming I get a job soon." Oh ... you never know," Ciera said, touching my le...g gently and she gave me a sly smile.Ciera began to scrub my feet, cleaning, massaging, and occasionally tickling them. She washed my calves and rubbed in a lovely flowery smelling lotion. I couldn't remember when I felt so pampered. However, my pedicure was nothing compared to my manicure. Ciera worked meticulously on my nails, cleaning them,. Justcall me Laura. There's clearly nothing we can do about this."She looked like she was going to get mad at me about that, but thenhesitated for a moment. After sighing and setting her (his) shouldersinto a squared, determined position, she (he) said to me, "AlrightLaura. Maybe you're right. Maybe there's nothing we can do about this.But maybe - just maybe! - we can make something good - well not good -but maybe we can make this better than we're making it."I was incredulous that he would. "He's in the bedroom; he wanted to be alone for a few moments."I sat down beside her, and stroked her cheek, and let her sniff me. It seemed to help calm her, but her eyes were still sad."I'll go and check on him," I told her. "It will be fine; I'm sure of it."I found Naltort lying on the bed, looking at nothing. I didn't speak, just climbed in and put my arms around him. He snuggled up, and we lay there silently. There was nothing sexual about our embrace; it was far more intimate than that.A. Her hand went down between my legs as she began to massage my pussy. I was just loving it. We both stood there naked as we fell back on the bed. Gretchen began to slowly lick and kiss every inch of my body from head to toe. She was an incredible lover!! Soon her kisses worked their way towards the neither region between my legs. Now I consider myself a skilled cunnalinquist but when Gretchen’s head went down between my legs I couldn’t believe what was happening to my body. Her long tongue went.