As we embrace I slide my hands to your pussy again, this time with a vibrator. You yelp as the sensation takes you by surprise. Hands are tugging desp...rately to break free, trying to find something, anything, to hold on to. The clitoral stimulation is almost too much to bear. The assault continues and now you feel my dick wedging into your crack through my pants. Shaking violently, moaning loudly the rush takes over as you cum; I hold you tight and you collapse into my arms. Breathing heavily,. “And when you came home last night, you were wearing Steve Miller.”She then reached out before I could stop her and grabbed the shirt from the back. The look on her face was priceless when she realized that the shirt was not only wadded up into a ball, but was surely a bit stiff and crusty. “Pete, is this, what I think it is?” Quickly grabbing it from her, I dropped it on the ground, and pulled out the blanket and dropped it on top. Leaning forward she took a sniff, then leaned back and looked. I composed myself, breathing deeply and went to the door, opened it. Her smile took all my fears and nerves, wrapped them in paper and discarded them. I stepped aside and she came into the warm, stopping to kiss me gently, demurely, not giving passersby or neighbours anything to gossip about. I closed the door and then she pushed me gently against the wall and kissed me properly, her tongue pushing into my mouth, her hand squeezing mine. She wore a long black leather skirt and a white silk. She was lying on her side, facing away from him, and the top sheet loosely covered her waist, leaving her upper body exposed. From his vantage point, resting on the pillow behind her, he watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing. A solitary sunbeam from between the curtains lit her curves like a sun over dunes of golden sand. His mind drifted, and he imagined being alone with her on a secluded island beach. He threw the towels down next to the canvas lounge chairs, kicked off his.