And I couldn’t forget the arousal I felt when he was rubbing lotion on my thighs. In my fantasies I wanted Keith to take me. To kiss me, to feel my ...oobs, to open my legs, to make me take his cock in my mouth and then deep in my pussy. I knew it was wrong to think those thoughts…and certainly would be wrong to offer my body to him for sex. Much as I wanted that, I knew I couldn’t do that to Tom and to our marriage. But no matter how hard I tried to stop these fantasies, they came back over and. Taking my clit between his lips he holds it there, flicking it with his tongue. I moan louder and fist my breasts, squeezing my nipples through the material of the dress, pulling and rolling them between my fingers. Looking down at him, biting my lip, watching him lapping at my slit. He pushes the flat of his tongue against me then pushing the tip inside my pussy. I’m so close, needing to fall. I can feel my orgasm building inside me. He looks up at me, pulls away leaving me in the edge and. Me: your skirt is also a bit wet naRoopa: that will dry soon.Me: ok and I went to my table and hung the shirt and pant on the shelf corner. Me: Roopa please go and lock the door and I am feeling scary if anyone comes inside,Roopa: ok but no one will come and she went and did what I said while returning I saw Roopa was trying to see my legs portion after 3 hrs of continuous work and I realised that my clothes were dry now and my work was also over. I stood up to where ma clothes and saw Roopa. Without saying so out loud, at least at first, we were both prepared to ramp up our experience. With more free time on our hands we used it to the fullest to get ready. We spent more time at the gym, watched our diets very carefully, and liberally used the tanning beds before our departure. Our attention to physical appearances extended beyond losing a few pounds and making sure that the tropical sun didn't burn us in uncomfortable places. Sandra normally "groomed" me on a regular basis,.