Face down on the bed, heather closed her eyes and actually enjoyed the feel of her daughter's strong but gentle hands smoothing the oil into her skin and manipulating the muscles in her legs. Her calf muscle twitched, something the doctors had said was a hopeful sign, four months ago. But three operations on her spine had restored feeling but not movement to her legs and the twitch was just an involuntary muscle spasm. April's comment about her tan made her laugh. "Yes, they could use me as a pair of glo-sticks for guiding taxiing aeroplanes! Ha ha. Well maybe we can find one of those tanning salons that caters to people in wheelchairs? Get us both an all-over tan, and a bit of a make-over? Goodness knows I could use one."<br/><br/>The first gentle touch to her inner folds made her buttocks clench. Odd that she could still move those muscles but not the big ones that pulled her legs backwards. Heather forced herself to relax again. April had not touched her there deliberately, after all. Had she? No, of course not. "Ooooh!" She murmured, as her leg was twisted at the hip joint. It<i>almost</i>hurt, but not quite. There was an audible<i>pop</i>and a feeling of relief flooded that hip joint. "Oh! That's much better, thanks." April moved over to the other leg now and Heather let out a soft sigh as the massage was repeated. This time she was prepared for the inevitable and unavoidable touch to her intimate area, and managed not to react. In fact it was almost pleasant. If it had been Mike doing it she would have been turned on. But Mike would have been doing it deliberately, to get her turned on! She suppressed a giggle as April moved from her buttocks to her waist and then up her back. "Mmm. Feels good, darling...!" The last time she had been massaged like this, it was Mike's strong but gentle fingers working the knots out of her aching muscles with insistent firmness.<br/><br/><i>Heather was lying face down on the bed in the hotel room, where she had flung herself, still damp from the shower that had washed away the sweat. The tennis match - mixed doubles - against the couple they'd met in the bar last night, had left Heather aching from the unaccustomed exercise. The match had started out as a friendly but somewhere along the line it had become serious. It had gone to a tie-break in the third set - they'd agreed in advance to play only three - and had lasted a lot longer than either couple had expected. In the end, they had given up when the hotel's sports representative had asked them politely to clear the court for the next booking, and declared the match drawn.<br/>
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All four were soaked in sweat - it was a hot day in the Caribbean beach resort, and they had been drinking a lot of water. Back in their room, Heather and Mike had stripped off their soaked tennis gear and had both climbed into the enormous shower that was easily big enough to, (as Mike put it with a cheeky grin) accommodate the entire tennis party plus a couple of ball boys and girls. Heather had giggled and punched him on the shoulder, then groaned. "Sorry, right now I am totally not in the mood. I ache too much."<br/>
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And so the shower had involved tender touches and getting clean and a much reduced water temperature. Then when she was lying naked on the bed enjoying the cool breeze coming from the sea through the open balcony window, Mike had climbed onto the bed beside her. She'd smelled a whiff of vanilla and then cool liquid was being rubbed into her back by those strong fingers. Heather moaned softly and closed her eyes, relaxing as his hands worked their way down to her buttocks, then massaged each leg in turn, carefully avoiding her intimate areas. For now. He had knelt astride her waist, which was a lot more slender back then, and massaged her arms, then with a soft chuckle that had made her chuckle in return, his hands had slid between her chest and the bed covers, grabbing onto her breasts that were smooshed under her own weight. <br/>
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"Mnnnnn!" Heather had commented and wriggled under him, feeling his balls tickle the small of her back. That was when he slid back down her, abandoning her barely accessible boobs, to begin his assault on her sex, fingers first, still oiled and slick, then his hot breath as his tongue invaded her, and finally...<br/>
</i><br/>"Hnng! Uh, Okay, I think that's enough, hon?" Heather opened her eyes and levered her torso up on her elbows. She was turned on by the memory, not the massage, but the massage had invoked the memory. She was blushing and breathing harder than she should be as she turned her head to look at her daughter. "What say we get dressed, and then try and find somewhere to work on our all-over tans, hmm?"