The same as she was the only other time she’d worn it with Mike. My fingers just grazed the edge of her pussy lips, spreading her slightly and rubbi...g just inside her. I knew from how wet she was that she was very aroused, but she wasn’t letting on at all what was happening under the table. When the waitress brought our drinks I reluctantly left her in order to put Equal in my tea. Shaun didn’t use any sweetener; tough guy, I guess. He was also left-handed apparently, as he drank with his left. She now had her bra back on. “Can I just ask one thing first?” Speaking very slowly and in a deep voice she replied, “Okay” “Would you take a shower first?” “Okay, thought this was what you wanted.” “It is, baby. I just need to process it all. That’s all. I mean, you have his cum all over you” She got up and quickly went down the hallway again to the bathroom. Again I heard the familiar sound of the door shutting. About 20 seconds later I heard the shower turn on. I took another hit from the. Back to this morning. While I had been making another tea he had showered, dressed. Not a single word about what had happened. The whole day I had been in this state of confusion. After a more than satisfying breakfast at the cafe round the corner he had shown me the city. No word, no touch, nothing that acknowledged what we had done, that we had fucked.It was back to friendship, that easygoing banter, avoiding everything that might go deeper. Once or twice – no, more than that- I had caught. Martina gasped, and then uttered a low guttural sigh."Have you used the bathroom for this stuff before?" Yes, once or twice." Anyone intrude?" No, but you never know." Over here," he said, and led her to the tub."Lean on it. Stick your ass out."Martina complied with his request and he walloped her right cheek with the flat of his hand. She took the solid smack in silence, and allowed herself a quiet moan during the second and third blows, but pushed her ass even higher in the air trying to.