She stood back up as my eyes were glued to her body underneath her white bra and cotton panties. The bra covered her breasts completely but her pantie... were snug over her mound and I could detect a slight crease down the middle. My heart skipped a beat as I reached for my belt. Unfastening the leather strap, I exposed the button and the top of the zipper of my jeans. As the zipper came down, my hands went to my hips and pushed my jeans over my hips and down my legs to the floor. Stepping out of. "Strip. Right here. Every stitch."She looked as if I had hit her in the stomach. "You want me to take off my clothes?" Her head was shaking, side to side."You said you'd do anything. Strip now, or get off my property. I don't care which." Neither my face nor the inflection in my voice had changed.She stared at me for a long moment as emotions ran across her face. First, disbelief and shock, then, as she felt the full impact of my gaze, understanding and indecision. She made as if to speak, but. She blew on it, then nudged Janie’s ankles to get her to lift her feet out of the swimsuit. Janie’s fantastic little body was naked. Lettie gave her a big wet kiss on her clit, making her jerk it forward, then stood up.Janie repeated the process for Lettie, slowly nibbling down, nipping her nipples and her amazing jutting tits, and stripping her, until she was equally naked and, I could see, desperate to cum.They tumbled onto the mat together, their gorgeous thighs interlocked. In a few seconds. "Craig, you didn't answer my question before about whether your wife climaxed during your last sexual encounter." Oh, sorry. Yes, yes, she did achieve an orgasm the last time we did it. Had sexual intercourse, that is." How?" How? You mean how did she… achieve orgasm?"Yes. Did she climax via penetration, oral stimulation, or some other way?"Craig, uncomfortable with how quickly this was becoming intimate, continued, "No, it wasn't from penetration. We had sex for a while, and then we stopped..