We had decided against sleeping in tents, and had opted for a private dorm. The dorms at this place were fabulous! There were two rooms, adjoined by...a bathroom. The bathroom was very big and open. Two showers, two closed off toilet areas, and a large three sink counter. The boys were in one room, and my pastor's wife, himself, and his only daughter, Laura, were in the other. You'd think that with a bathroom like that, privacy would be compromised just a little. Not here. The pastor made. ‘Hey, honey, how about a dance?’ a very soft, silky voice uttered from behind me, causing me to turn around. Standing in front of me was a woman who was either pure feminine sensuality or else a prime example of beer (or tequila) goggles run amok. At least to my altered perception, she was about five feet, three inches tall and unmistakably olive in her skin tone. Her breasts begged to be fondled, so open was her cleavage to the public, and her hips were covered only by her lengthy T-shirt, as. She arched her back to thrust her breasts up and out. They were massive and firm, and rising and falling rhythmically with her excited breathing. There was no bikini shadow on her breasts or around her sex mound, just deep pink nipples peaking tautly like corks from big deeper pink areoles, and a neat rim of dark hair round her love slit from which her pink labia were peeping out.We didn’t waste any time. We fell straight onto the bed and spent ages wrapping ourselves round each other kissing,. I did not see her much as she worked a lot and we both had other things to do with our spare time. Then, one Saturday, she came over to see me. The company was slowing down and employees were being furloughed for three week periods. Abby volunteered for two furloughs. She was going to visit her daughters in California and Oregon. Abby asked me to watch her place while she was gone. I agreed and she told me that she'd bring me a t-shirt. She was away for about five weeks. When she returned to.