By now, waking up curled up with Stuart was not new, but it was still very nice. Though today was a new feeling as waking up completely naked and curled up with him, I snuggled deeper onto his chest, feeling his skin completely on mine and enjoying it.

I turned my head slightly and placed my lips onto his, and got a slowly waking kiss in return as his hands slowly powered up and moved carefully on my back. We slowly kissed as his hands moved further down, finding my now bare arse and we kissed deeper as he roamed, though staying away from the area he knew not to explore, yet! With every touch, I awoke more and gently purred, enjoying the sensation there and feeling the growing sensation between us.

He smoothly and slowly rolled me over, and we continued making out, and then he slowly started moving down me. His touch and warmth traveled down, each kiss filled with care and playfulness. I watched him, smiling at the tenderness in every gesture, feeling grateful for the love between us.

I felt his penis softly slide down me as he sensuously kissed my waking body, as I looked down, savouring my guy as his lips reached my nipples and kissed each one carefully and softly, making me hard there. They moved down, playfully kissing my stomach as I felt my pussy warm and his hands on my leg, then playfully stopped just above my gap and worked across, teasing me, and then kissed the front and outsides of my calves, just going far enough over to tease. Perfect teasing, I mused.

He rolled me over, and I repeated the process on him, though having his nipples kissed made him giggle, so I periodically stopped and Frenched him to stifle mine. I moved down as my bust gently touched his aroused sex, and felt him on me for the first time as I moved down. My lips reached his stomach, and I kissed just above where it lay, then down the side, admiring it as his hands caressed my head and neck.

I slid back up, with my bust grazing him harder this time, and he wrapped his arms around me again as we kissed harder, and we moved gently on each other as I felt him grow between us, and my lust reciprocated.

“We’d better eat before The Boys get here?” my guy asked, and I rolled off.

“You set the table, I’ll put the coffee and toast on,” I kissed him, rolled off and slid out of bed. He got up and reached for his PJs, but I glared at him as I looked at his body, and we laughed as I walked as-is into the kitchen.

Stu walked over to the door and swung the inside latch so they couldn’t enter as I put the toast and coffee on, then came behind me and cupped my tits with his hands and kissed me. I reached my hands back and held his head with them, as I’d done on our last honeymoon day, and leaned my head into his kiss. His front was tight and hard on my back as his hands tightened on me and we kissed, then the kettle squealed, and we disentangled.

He set the bowls on the table and filled them with muesli as I plated the toast and filled the plunger, and then set them on the table. I noticed he’d set everything next to one chair, which was at a right angle to the table, and wrapped my arms around his head, holding him tight, and kissed him.

He sat down and I stood there admiring his body. Yes, his stomach wasn’t flat and there were some sags, but so was mine, I knew, and I was hoping he’d have some pics of him when a few years (!) younger so I could see how hot he was then. I admired his rod, which seemed to be even more appreciative of me, and I was enjoying as my concealed heat reciprocated. I saw him eyeing me up and smiling, which normally I hate, but with someone I’m intimate with, it’s a turn on, and today my buttons were definitely on, though not completely ready.

I straddled him, and he reached up and kissed me. While I was hungry for more kisses and touches, my stomach was hungrier, so I slowly slid down. His lips caught my nipple and kissed it as I slid onto his lap and seated myself against him, as I had done before, though this time it was full contact.

Reading my mind, he demurred, kissing me and feeding me some muesli instead, though I wasn’t comfortable and moved around on the chair, pushing me onto him more. I pushed into the chair and onto him more, snuggling onto him and feeding him muesli, then kissed him. We repeated the feed, snuggle, and kiss process until it was all gone, though we were still heating up, unlike the coffee and toast. He buttered and then halved the toast, placed it in my lips, then took the other end, and we ate it until we were eating each other again. “Like the honeymoon’s breakfast,” I affirmed, and kissed him.

“Better this way,” he kissed back, and I felt his feeling on me as we ground softly. I moaned slightly, feeling the warmth in me rise, but he seemed uncomfortable.

“You not comfortable?” I asked. “Maybe a bit tight?” I giggled and ground on him harder, making him squirm a bit as we kissed again. Very impressed - I’ve had much younger guys that have blown on me long before this, I realised.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” we ground and kissed harder. “You are a sensitive guy, and you know when to let it out,” I kissed him, reminding him of yesterday on the sofa.

He pushed up and off the chair, surprising me, and I wrapped my legs around his chest and arms tighter on his back as his hands grabbed my back, and we kissed harder. Wasn’t expecting this, I giggled as I ground on his hard base and slid up and down slightly as he took me to the wall and kissed him harder, we’ve got the strength to do this, hmmm.

He pushed me against the wall and kissed me harder as he ground on me, and I now audibly moaned, feeling him lengthen. I felt a dampness between us as he leaked, and wrapped myself around him tighter as our tongues explored deeper and I moaned more, wondering whether I was going to peak too, so long I realised, when we do it, he should be able to keep me up and stay there, I mused for the first time.

I was seated very tightly and moistly on his base as I felt this so-missed touch, and he reciprocated by pushing and grinding harder on me. I moaned into his kiss as I felt him pulse, making me hotter, and tightened my legs’ grip on him and ground back, moaning more and nearing. He thrust harder and grunted as I felt him release between us, and kissed him harder, squeezing the last of what seemed a lot out, and moaned, then sighed as I too came.

I released myself and slid back to the floor, being lubricated. “So much better,” and I kissed as I admired our stomachs. Very promising - I didn’t tell The Experts I wanted a stud, but I seem to have one in every respect, I mused. “Stud,” I whispered into his ear as his eyes opened wide, and I slid my finger up my wet stomach and placed it into my mouth and licked it off.

I kissed him, sharing his hot love. “Dirty one. Now, shower time,” a final kiss. I led him to the shower as I saw him soften. He led me into the shower and turned it on as we embraced and kissed again.

He leaned back and soaped up, though his rod still touched my stomach, and he smoothly soaped my still-hard breasts. I saw him start rising again, and kissed him harder, and he took the hint to go harder on my hard breasts as I heated up again. He soaped down my stomach as we made out like young lovers, and this time, he wasn’t so shy in rubbing me harder and teasing my legs, causing me to heat up more. I pulled him in tight, and he kissed me harder, grinding on me, and I arched back and admired him as he pressed onto my pelvis. I pushed back in to rub it harder on me and moaned again. I reached over, soaped my hands, and started rubbing his chest.

We heard a muffled knock on the door, “You OK?” we heard. I rubbed his chest harder, cleaning off his juices, and moaned gently as his length pressed deeper into me. He pushed deeper, grinding himself on my stomach as we kissed harder.

“Don’t want to keep them waiting,” I giggled and ground into him and moaned again as I felt him so close to my heat. He kissed me harder than ever as we ground onto each other and felt myself build and moan. His pressing on my stomach was both painful and incredibly pleasurable as we ground, and I was thinking of him on my so-wet other lips and hopefully his tip being where it is, just not outside of me. He kissed me harder, making me moan louder as the water caressed our bodies and Sacha called again.

He grunted as he pushed deeper into my stomach, and I felt waves building underneath, and we kissed harder still. I pushed hard into him and ground, causing him to spasm and release as I did too. “Such a young man,” I whispered into his ear as I moved back and cleaned us off. “So naughty,” I whispered into his ear and spiked it twice with my tongue.

 “Can’t hear - shower’s on,” I called out, and we turned off the water and towelled off, and then quickly put jeans and T-shirts on before unlocking the door.

“Coffee guys,” Stuart deadpanned as he greeted Sacha, and I headed to the sink and found the XL Plunger, though we didn’t need coffee after the liquids we’d just generated. By now, it was nearly morning tea, and I dug out the carrot cake and placed it on the table along with five plates, and Stuart returned with the loaded plunger.

“How are you?” Sacha asked off camera, and I cocked my head at Stuart.

“Last night was a surprise. Seeing them Jumpered up,” he laughed. “Then the wedding and our Uniting. So, so powerful,” he moistened again, and I hugged him tightly. “I knew our Uniting was right, and now I have the full context - one couple powerfully in love and now,” he hung looking at me.

“Another couple on the same path, walking and exploring,” I gently kissed his lips as The Boys nodded.

“Hand in hand,” he held mine up.

“Shame that several couples want to punch each other,” I mused, and he hugged me as The Boys nodded, though we knew that both hugging and punching couples are good for filming.

“Eat,” I commanded.

My phone bleeped. Alisha was the display. Erika pregnant: 2 months!

I smiled as Erika is Nest CEO Tomaz’s EA, and the ladies are the same age.

Bex a bit confused but floating she continued, as in my absence, Alisha was covering my role, and I’d arranged with Jake that she should part-time Alisha’s role to gain wider organisational knowledge. This also meant that, when Rapid stand-ups happened, which it does regularly, she was wearing one of two hats - EA (Ali) or Control (Jake’s) Junior.

I showed Stuart my phone, and he smiled, thinking of how stunned she had been in our first interactions and that now, I’d thrown her again by seemingly randomly putting her into a role that she had no career interest in.

At our Uniting, he’d had a brief chat with her and later said she seemed somewhat reserved, though he knew she was around friends. We were already discussing post-show projects, and had mentioned a project in Vancouver that his company was in final tender for, which I was thinking that this might be a sign. I sent a meeting invite to Tomaz for three days’ time when I’d be alone, though with the heading Catchup, as I wanted to low-key it.

I got up and went to the wall, “Wall challenge,” I announced to everyone’s surprise, and pointed at Sacha’s Age Comp results. “It says that we must cook dinner tonight,” and they laughed. “But this old lady is tight and needs a swim and hot tub first,” as Stuart smiled, not quite as good as our previous rub down. “We’ll cook after that,” and they wrapped.

“Massage is tomorrow, see you later,” Sacha called as he left, and we headed to the bedroom.

“What do you prefer?” I asked as I found my activewear. He pulled off my T-shirt and cupped me, leaning over for a kiss. I reciprocated but playfully kicked his ankle, and his right hand reached over and grabbed the red swim bikini. “You wanted the tube,” I whispered, and I felt his answer, “You know what would happen if I swam in that,” and I felt his forceful answer in my back. With both hands and still kissing, his soft hands gently placed it on my bust and slid my arms in. He clipped it and diligently set it tight on me, though something else was very tight again. “So soon,” I kissed, purring and wondering if I could cope with three full soons when we eventually did.

We effected the rest of our change separately as we wanted to swim and then robe before heading to the pool. As we arrived, we saw Tina and Timmy in the spa, and they looked at us. She was wearing a skinny two-piece that seemed more theoretical than actual, and they eyed us as we disrobed onto the loungers as their crew were filming. My top was much bigger than hers, and it fitted me much tighter as swimming with a loose bikini isn’t fun. I don’t sunbathe, so I always wear swim one or two pieces, so there wasn’t much of me to see, though they eyed us, seemingly expecting shrivelled wrinklies.

We dropped in and started swimming, doing our usual effective freestyle and relaxing into the swim, and I pushed harder to see how he’d cope, which he did. I powered harder and was now two-stroke (right-right, left-left) breathing instead of bilateral to really hit the gas, and saw him still pacing. Another tick, a guy who has energy for swimming after two orgasms. I certainly didn’t come into here desiring to be rooted constantly, but was hoping for capability and in every respect, he was exceeding all my mental and physical ticks. I wonder what it will be like when we’re totally ready? I mused.

Stuart: I do like swimming, but unlike our previous swims, today she was really hammering it, and I was so glad when she finally knocked off as another length. Timmy might have had to pull me out, but I knew she was gently testing me and so far, I seemed to be passing all of them.

We looked up and saw another couple now on the loungers, though they seemed also not to be heading our way, and we carried on for a decent, straight half-hour before we concluded. The bikini now clung to my body, and I noticed Emmeline, the newer arrival, looking at me as we briefly chatted about how filming was going and wondering what next week’s Guys and Girls Days would be like, though I was still relaxed from the long swim and impressive wake-up. Finally, we hit the sauna, “So nice - such good company,” he leaned in and kissed me.

“So nice, just need a full day of pampering like I had once,” I purred, kissing him, remembering The Manor House. “Today is nice, and I’m not doing it alone, but the massage will be so nice,” as we kissed alone in the steam.

We headed back to the apartment and changed back into jeans and t-shirts, and The Boys arrived, “TLS or MasterChef today?” Cameraman Ian laughed.

“Who’s judging?” Stuart shrugged as I whacked the basil leaves with the pine nuts in the blender and ground the salt, killing any more chat. Stuart seared two trays of Wagyu meatballs as he started mixing the Polenta into the stock. He reserved the meat and fried carrots, parsnips, and some beans in the juice and then added two cans of tomatoes for the sauce and let that simmer.

I sliced and toasted off a ciabatta and then plated it, placing the pesto atop, and placed them on the table. “Eat,” I sternly commanded, to laughs as we hit the starter.

“Tasty,” Stuart purred as his hand tickled my back, and The Boys’ eyes rolled, wondering what the exact dish it pertained to, and I looked deep in his eyes and shrugged. I’ve had two orgasms after breakfast.

The main was ready and he placed a layer of the polenta on the bottom of the pasta bowls, then the succulent orbs, and finally, caressed them with the ragout. “So hot,” Sacha commented as the first half of one slid down. “Better than normal for us,” he nodded as they smiled as they got their hit.

“Worst couple this series.” Ian laughed. “I’ve put on weight being around you guys.” He rubbed his flat tum. “We need to get the word out to the other couples,” he shrugged, and they laughed.

When we got the groceries yesterday, Stuart surprised me by slicing and immediately freezing the rhubarb, rather than putting it in the fridge. Now, he put a slice of butter in the frying pan and melted it, then took the thawed chunks and placed them on top. Finally, he dropped in a decent dose of mixed spice with a splash of cinnamon and just a touch of sugar - a mere fraction of what I’d use, and I was intrigued. He let the mixture boil, and when it steamed, he immediately shut down and plated, surprising me. He took the teaspoons out and dished one for each of us.

“Wow,” I started, “Not stringy and perfect tenderness. Just the right sweet v bitterness too,” I enunciated, and The Boys nodded.

“Weird way to do Rhu, but effective,” Ian approved, and I kissed Stuart on the cheek, though I really wanted to kiss him on the lips, just not with others around.

“Mostly MasterChef, with Love,” Sacha joked as the dessert was plated with a neutral yoghurt and a splash of muesli for crunch. “We’ll get so evil looks from the other crews: they’re on KFC!” he laughed and hugged us. Our relationship with them was more parent-child than them being disinterested observers now.

Sacha: In BA, Annie had really screwed us by Breaking The Wall, as we do want to do the best and be honest, but we have to be disinterested. Making us break bread, and all the other tasty dishes since, meant that it was very hard to try to stir them negatively, which I have to do, though I really don’t think there’s much to even flick here. I’d been impressed with how she’d forgiven us for last series’ screw-over, and she’d certainly evened the score at the airport! This was the final straw for us, having a stunning home-made dinner, and I knew they thought of us as sons rather than just crew. We’ve got to up our cooking game, I knew. Buggers! Such a hard task compared with separating fighting couples!

We concluded with decaf, and as he made it, he syphoned off 50ml of the water and blended it into a Pyrex of cold water to make 400ml of tepid water, and then dropped 100ml into a bowl. He blended in 3tsp of yeast with 1tsp of sugar and folded it in, finally letting it bloom, which slowly started emitting its fragrance.

As we drank the coffee, he broke off and blended the bloom and the water in a large bowl and folded in 250g of flour and covered it, making my stomach growl again as I realised that tomorrow, I’d be having fresh bread for breakfast served by my hot guy. The Guys looked on enviously, and then they bade us good night, probably to gloat to their KFC or rice-cracker-fuelled colleagues. On their way out, Sacha told us that the actors' strike threat had got worse and that there was talk that there would be a complete shutdown in a fortnight if it wasn’t resolved.

We did the washing up, sadly still clothed.

“That was fun, entertaining.” He leaned over for a kiss.

“So nice cooking for more than one, or two,” I returned the kiss and sniffed, getting a decent hit of the rising bread, “Bread, something else you’re good at making rise,” I ground on him, “How many times do you let that rise?” I slyly observed. “So much to love about you,” I finally enunciated.

“You are loved deeply by many. Every day, I discover more about you to love.” He hugged me tight, kissed me, and we finished up and then headed to bed. We started snuggling, though I was deep in thought. “The strike?” he asked me.

“Yes, I was wondering what will happen to us – will we get sent home?” But I hung as I had another thought, and he nuzzled me to continue as his hands played with my nipples, giving me pleasurable tingles. “It’s a month until Terri’s birthday,” I mused, and felt his shiver as he again remembered her!

“We could go over and tag her? Hit up The Experts?” he suggested, as during our time in Patagonia, he’d asked why A&S had callsigns if they weren’t flyers. I’d explained how Nest Tags were given by peers for someone’s notable activity, and that, while it was rude to explicitly ask anyone about a Tag’s reasoning, discreetly enquiring was OK. I’d fessed that my one’s reason was long-forgotten and explained about theirs, and he laughed. “She is a star - they both are,” he mused about them.

“We jump Sacha tomorrow on that?” I asked, and he kissed me, as my plan was to simply request The Experts’ presence, which on TLS is an ill omen.

The next morning, I woke and immediately felt something was off. I reached around and found the bed empty, then something else got me. I sniffed deeper and slower, and the smell of baking bread filled my nostrils, waking me up.

I went to the kitchen and found him preparing breakfast, and slid behind him with my bare chest on his bare back. I brought my hands over, holding him tight. “Morning, sexy,” he leaned behind to kiss me.

“Seeing you making breakfast like this is so hot,” I tightened on him and carried on making out. So nice to feel so young again, I realised as the oven buzzed.

“Shame, I was hoping to make you breakfast in bed,” he said, and he kissed me harder, and I held him tight.

“Hopefully many years of breakfast in bed to come,” I whispered, and he kissed me harder, but the oven was still buzzing. “Safety first.” I disentangled.

He removed the bread and then sliced it as I breathed in the sumptuous smell, and then we sat in our usual place for our now-usual breakfast. We decided to omit the final course as we had the massage soon, so we then got dressed and went for a brief walk before it was time for the taxi to take us to the massage venue.

While waiting for Sacha, I powered up my tablet, opened Libby [app], and downloaded Isobel Allende’s Zorro and passed it to him. “Terri, for birthday?” he asked as we sipped through it, wondering if she was too young for it. He pursed his lips and kissed me, “Not sure ... age-wise, maybe too young but for her, hmmm.”

I messaged Weasel: Please download Isobel Allende’s Zorro, and see if you think it's too old for T.

I know that massages are something that TLS are very keen on as they think it bonds couples, although I was somewhat glad that it hadn’t happened until now. While we’ve always been comfortable around each other, we would have been very tentative when they filmed us massaging each other, and now was definitely The Right Time.

Sacha greeted us as he filmed us leaving for the massage, and then his face sank as I issued my request, emphasising that I wanted them all, and not just one of them. “Who’s turn?” I asked, referring to the lunch, and Alan the Runner smiled, which lightened the mood slightly, and Stuart flashed eight fingers, which he nodded.

At the massage venue, we changed. Me to the tube and bikini bottoms and him in Speedos, and then we robed and headed to the massage room where The Boys were already filming. We disrobed and lay face down as the masseurs started their gentle progression and then worked up, soothing and loosening, though we both told them to go a bit harder as they were being tentative. On command, we rolled, and they worked down our still-swimwear-clad bodies, relaxing us.

“Finished,” they announced as the camera still rolled, and Stuart got up and robed up, then came to my table. I rolled over so he could start on my back, and he gently massaged down my back and neck, increasing in depth. I raised my hand and circled harder, and he worked my back harder, which I found so relaxing and stimulating as I was now thinking of Part 3, when The Boys would be gone. He worked down my legs, staying in the Appropriate Zone and kneading my muscles, so I pleasantly moaned and then whispered to turn over. I turned over and he smiled as my tube showed two signs of how much I was enjoying this as he massaged my neck, then arms, chest, and top of legs as I gently moaned.

I swapped and started on his back, enjoying the sensation of exploring his body and feeling his decent muscles, though sometimes I deliberately briefly went in too hard to see how much he could take, though he just grimaced. He turned and put the towel over his waist as I started on his neck, then moved down efficiently, massaging like I’ve had many times, though soon I was at his ankles.

“How was that?” Sacha asked.

“Nice and relaxing.” I smiled. “So nice to be massaged by you.” I looked over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Someone’s got it in for me,” he laughed and kissed me on the cheek as The Boys packed up and we waited until they had gone.

Sacha: Filming them during the massage was the same as normal - pleasant and seemingly problem-free as they gently and happily massaged each other on camera, and I was clueless about what caused her request. Their request for alone time worsened my confusion as I had a few sly thoughts about what they would get up to once they were rid of us. During their alone time, I texted the Master Producer, and then The Experts called me for advice, and I simply emphasised her request and that I was absolutely stumped, and that they were currently off-camera massaging.

He came behind me, leaned over and kissed me as his hands found my tube. I wrapped my arms around his head, like in Patagonia, and we kissed as he lifted it off and then started massaging my boobs, “Good so far,” I whispered as he kissed and tightened his grip on my girls, and I felt him on my back.

Still kissing, he dropped his hands and worked my bottoms down as I reached behind and dropped his. His hands came back up and kneaded my chest, massaging rather than caressing it as we made out harder. “Fun,” I whispered and forced myself out of his grip, then lay prone on the table.

He came over and kissed my neck, then started massaging my bare back, working down. This time, his hands slid down my side and cupped and caressed my girls, then he carried on down, exploring every muscle of my back. I purred gently as he reached my pelvis and kneaded my cheeks, and I spread my legs to slightly tease him. His hands moved down and accepted my tease, working on the inners this time, though his hands briefly strayed further in, and I purred at his new touch. They then moved down until they found my ankles, and he came back up and kissed my neck again, signalling me to roll over.

I rolled over and looked at him, pulling him in for another kiss, which he returned as his hands started on my neck, but his length grazed my leg, sending a shiver up and I moaned gently. His lips departed mine as his hands found my bust again and he massaged it, then moved down, but his nose kneaded them now. I felt every sensual knead and caress of his hands on me as he reached my belt and massaged me, and I moaned louder, wondering if his touches were going to send me over. I discreetly opened my legs, and his hands wandered in, gently and briefly finding my entrance, sending more tingles, and I moaned louder.

“Up. Deeper,” I commanded, and his hands went back up and his massaging hands went harder, causing me to moan louder. “Back down,” I wheezed and giggled, and he obeyed, doing my legs but also my so-ready gap, and he sent pleasurable shivers through me, making me moan louder. “Move around,” and his hands moved harder there, but going no deeper and I moaned louder as he peaked me. I realised that this was the rare occasion where a guy had peaked me hard just with touch.

I pushed up and kissed him hard, surprising him with my aggression, though he happily reciprocated as I ground on him. I flicked my head, and he detached and then went prone on the table.

I was still panting from his effort as I came over and kissed his neck hard, then massaged his back, causing him to moan hopefully pleasurably. I worked down, exploring his body and increasing my admiration of how well-kept he was, then I reached his cheeks as he gently opened and worked them and then his legs.

He turned over and he pulled me in for another hard make-out, which started to send me up again, and I could see that he was so up. I pulled off and got on the table, straddling him and started massaging his chest as my entrance found his base. I went deep into his muscles as my boobs found his lower chest and started caressing there. We moaned gently as I explored his chest, moving down and briefly touching his thickness as I worked down, causing him to make weird, happy sounds as I felt my appreciation grow again.

I slid up and kissed him hard, grinding on him again. “My turn,” I panted. He held me tight and kissed me harder as we ground and grunted harder. He moaned, and I felt him release between us, which sent me back over, and we grunted and moaned together as we reached our peaks.

“Guess this is what the crew really wants, but can’t get.” He smiled as I arched my back so he could kiss my girls, and his lips gently kissed each one.

“Shower, see if you can get me a third time,” I whispered, and he kissed me hard.

I rolled off him, and then he got up and we held hands as we made the brief walk to the shower. We turned the rainhead and rose on hard, soaking us as he kissed me hard, and we started lustily making out again. We soaped up and washed the liquids off each other’s bodies as we kissed harder, and our hands wandered down to the hitherto forbidden zone. His hand caressed my opening as my hand caressed his now-again readiness as we panted, kissing.

We kissed harder as his free hand gently pushed his tip down my body, and I stroked it until he slid between my legs, and I felt it caress me. We shifted hands onto backs, driving our bodies tight, and we kissed and panted harder as we ground so intimately together, and I felt myself rising again. Our kisses and grinds increased, sending us closer to our peaks as I was savouring his new and so-welcome touches. We moaned louder as I felt his base on me pulse, triggering me to peak. We kissed harder and hands grasped backs, driving each other to our peaks, and then we started coming down, still kissing.

“You make me feel so young,” I giggled as we made out until we decided our fun was over and that we’d better go and see The Experts.

“To more massages.” He kissed me as his hand slid between my legs, giving me a final and gentle hit.