”Wanda stood up and removed the harness. She held the dildo gently by the base for a moment and then said, “Let me get cleaned up and I’ll finis... packing.”Sandra said, “I’ll strip the beds, wash the sheets and then get cleaned up.”Glen just lay there staring at the ceiling. He looked at the rough wood wall of the cabin with a sigh. He remembered setting those logs just a couple of years ago. That had been a much different phase of his life than now. He turned and kissed Sandra saying, “I love. They can be daring; let’s escalate. Deep breath. Ring the bell.”“Wow! Look at you guys, dressed to bar hop? I may need to change, but I think Clair is OK. Certainly for an Indian Summer afternoon of soaking in the hot tub. Come on in.” Sue gave Clair a ‘thumbs up’ and I gave her a wolf whistle as they hugged.“Us dressed? Clair, those tall blue pumps are killer. The belt matches them nicely on your tiny white tennis skirt. That bright, white, sleeveless, button down blouse with so many open. .now I don’t know if I’m brave enough to go swimming in it!”She should have realized that statement would get my attention, so I set about convincing her to show me. “So you bought this bikini yesterday?” She nodded and gulped. “With my money?”“No fair!” She squealed, but she was smiling just the same. “You said no strings attached!”“I lied!” I replied simply. “Now show me please, unless you want me to help you undress!”“Ok, ok!” She conceded, slowly raising her arms to slide her dress over her. No expectation of anything else. I missed it. "Hey cock," I replied -- my every instinct crying at me to ignore the message. But it was too late the whore was in control. "I shaved my cock and balls today," he typed. " I think you will be proud of me." "Let me see," I excitingly responded, before I could allow the feelings of guilt to surface and restrain me from getting a glimpse of the cock I craved. The video call chimed. There was the briefest conscious struggle as I reached over to answer.