At this time, the subject of someone's wishful thinking was massaging his wife's feet.
The couple was now sitting in the living room, with Winona lounging on the sofa with her feet on Ansel's thighs. The others were out—with the Althea and Garan heading to the Woodworkers to customize a cruiser for each of the babies—so Ansel and Winona were the only ones in Villa #1.
"That tickles…" she giggled, before giving Ansel a look. "You know, my stomach isn't even big yet," she said. Meaning to say, her feet weren't sore just yet.
"The doctor said this is good, and I listen to the doctor."
Then he pressed a sensitive spot that enticed a moan and his eyes darkened. His hand started massaging northwards to her ankles… and then her thighs…
Winona gasped, her face turning red. "H-Hey!"
