This bored me, and I longed to touch her sexy strong legs. I tried to catch a peek up her skirt, and caught the occasional flash of pink from her biki...i bottom. Victoria’s shirt was still damp and see through, and her bikini top was falling off. Her nipples were still covered by the top, but it was just held on by the neck. I moved my hands off her foot, and up to her ankle. She paid no attention, thinking it was part of the foot rub. After rubbing here for a few minutes, I moved up even. I looked at Carrie, and said, "Well, I guess that sets the volunteers."Carrie grinned, and started unbuttoning my shirt. She asked, "Are you going to undress ME, or just stand there?" With that, I slowly started unbuttoning her blouse, to find she wasn't wearing a bra. While she finished removing my shirt, I was playing with her orbs. "Oh, God, Steve; don't ever stop", she said. We removed each other's pants and underwear. When we were both nude, I carried her over to the wall again. I sank. ‘Do you believe this? Can you imagine anything like this happening?’ I could see the smile on Fiona’s face and within seconds we were laughing. I pulled her into me and kissed her right in the middle of her outburst. It was a deep, passionate kiss and far more sensual than the light peck we shared at the altar. We were man and wife and that was all that mattered. Our laughter seemed to be contagious as my father, Fiona’s mother and father, Bernice and several of the guests were now laughing at. .." And what?" Jack asked as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants and worked them down her hips."... And I'll do anything you want Jack," she continued as she lifted her bottom off the bed so he could remove her pants. "All you have to do is ask me and I'll do it for you." I don't really understand what you're trying to tell me Megan. You and I already do a lot together."Megan sat up folded her legs Indian style and looked into Jack's eyes. She glanced down at his chest.