My legs, in stockings had been complimented several times when I wore heels which I was rather proud of."Don't get any ideas cucky!" Karen grinned, fl...cking the end of my cock with a long red well manicured nail. I jumped back making a very unmanly yelp! She laughed. "Not for you today cucky. At least not until I get home!" She grinned wickedly.I laughed and started to get dressed for work. My cock however remained hard as all I could think about was that I had given my wife permission to fuck. "I plan to," Marge answered.After they got started on the road, Marge was full of questions about the cabin."Is there a boat?" she asked. "I haven't been on a boat in years." We'll make sure that you get on one this weekend," answered Paul. "Maybe tonight, if there is enough daylight left when we get there." Is the water nice?" she asked.Paul didn't know what she meant by that question, but he answered 'yes' anyway. In his mind he was luring Marge out on a 'special' early morning swim the next. “What is that!” she snapped a little irritably.“That’s the static, it will travel through the gel and whenever it makes contact with your skin it will stimulate it, whether it is skin or muscle – it will treat it the same.”She laid back and the tickling sensation grew almost pleasant as it travelled up towards her calf muscles.It made her skin tingle.Suddenly Sean pulled the lever back down and the tingling stopped immediately, and then the fluid drained away and the plastic deflated to rest. I was sitting at a table for six people and was fairly spread out. I noticed a woman with her tray and looking for somewhere to sit. I collected my papers and offered a place to her at the other end of the table. She sat down and took her coat off. It was very apparent she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples stuck out like thimbles under her jumper. She sat down and after a couple of mins we made a bit of eye contact. We got chatting and it turns out that she was alone for a couple of nights as.