I motioned for Jim to quietly get on his knees between her legs. I reached around her legs and spread her butt cheeks wide so Jim got a close up view...of her most private parts. Then I spread her moist outer lips wide open and motioned for him to gently stroke her clitoris. It was not long before his finger was moving from clitoris to vagina and her hips were rising to the rhythm of his fingers. He pointed to her erect nipples, and with a sudden loud moan she rocked into another astonishing. Then she checked her toenails to ensure they were acceptable. When she was confident all the details were tidy she concentrated on her overall appearance. Mary's raven hair required frequent brushing and she did it religiously, but today, she thought the little out of place wisps looked perfect so she left them to maybe whisk in a breeze if they so desired to be teased. As she stood in front of the mirror, Mary wasn't quite pleased with the look and felt something was missing then she pondered. Tara reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. With her breasts concealed under the waves, she tossed her bra on the deck, "Ah that feels much better." I didn't even wait for Michelle. I did the honors and removed my wife's bra and tossed it aside. Both wives were up to their necks in the water, but flesh colored mounds were visible just under the surface. Heath reappeared. He stood next to us and undressed. He was an older man, with a bit of a belly, not Mr. Handsome. But I'd come to. She seemed content to feel my hand on her skin, back and forth, back and forth. I didn't stop her."Did you think about me last week?" Paula asked and I had to admit that I had."Did you like doing it with me?" Her hand held mine near her crotch, not moving it, awaiting my answer. What could I say? That I'd had better? What would she do if I told the truth? "Yes," I said."You shouldn't have come inside me," she whispered, moving my hand again. I felt her panty leg-band but didn't jerk my hand.