The breeze, carrying the scent of damp earth, billowed through her sandy blonde hair.After long years away at medical school, she was finally home. Th...s spot deep in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area fit that description even more than her father’s small house outside Ely Minnesota. Her father had brought her and her brother here whenever possible, and they all loved the peaceful wilderness.It was here that she’d first set foot on the path toward her career. Always empathic, she sought out shy. It was a deep shade of red, almost scarlet, almost, but not quite sheer, two spaghetti straps held it up over her fantastic cleavage and at the back, well, there wasn’t one!“You’re stunning my darling,” I said and I meant it, she was.“Do you think he’ll like me?” she asked nervously.“If he doesn’t, he’s queer,” I smiled, “You’re gorgeous.”“I’m wearing hold ups underneath,” she informed me, “And a little black thong.”A car horn outside told us her lift had arrived, she air kissed me and left and. I felt like I was about to cry. This couldn't be happening.My wife, stood tall and proud, across the bed from one of my best friend, looking directly into his eyes. Her hands slowly came up to the throat of the robe. Her left hand holding the robe closed at the neckline she used her right hand to unsnap each button individually, slowly working her way down. As each fastener came loose the robe would billow out around it teasing Ralph (and I) with glimpses inside her robe. Once all the buttons. “It’s a pity , you’re not illegal , you missed the fun ! “ the captain as he laugh. I asked the girls if they are alright and answered that it happens usually every week or every two weeks, so that they won’t bother them and they won’t end up in jail. Soon after we are back in the disco club , the men took my things from the bar and gave them back to me before they left. The girls to my surprise just proceeded to the crowd and was looking for their friends ,wave their hands and joined them as.