She pulled the dress over her head, finding the material stretch and cling to her body. She felt uncomfortable, this wasn't something she would pick; ...t looked cheap. But again, he had picked it, and he was expecting her to be wearing it."That's what you're wearing?"She shot her husband a look. She wanted to tell him it wasn't for him, but she decided to keep stump."You don't like it?" her big mascara-clad enhanced eyelashes fluttered towards him."You have stacks of other dresses to wear. Why. Without her, it might never have happened. The question I had was whether or not that bond was strong enough.I think Birgit wondered the same thing. That’s why she insisted that I date. Why she had set me up with Melanie. She somehow intuitively knew what I needed. And the girl she chose also seemed to know that as well. I’m sure that living together for a year had given Birgit a good understanding of who Melanie was.The more I thought about it, the more I was sure it wasn’t just that Melanie. "Turn about is fair play!" She quickly reciprocated all the actions I had performed, ending with a nice rinse-off while the water cascaded down on my skin. As she reached for my cock, I asked her if a man had ever masturbated in front of her. She said, "No. Would you do that?" I indicated it would be (literally) my pleasure. I slatherd a bunch of lotion on my cock and began to stroke, while she knelt in front of me. While she caressed my balls, I stroked my dick to full erection. Because of her. He moved his position a bit for better leverage and was able to pound even deeper and harder, bringing her up on her toes with every thrust. He reached his other hand around and began to softly stroke her clit with his agile fingers.She gasped at the sensation. He was deep, really deep now. She could feel him hitting her womb with each thrust. Normally, this might cause her some discomfort at least, but she was so caught up in the feel of him and what his fingers were doing, that any pain.