I couldn't help myself any longer and had to reach down and feel his cock through his jeans. He was rock hard and as I gently brushed his cock with my...hand, I could feel my pussy starting to drip my wetness out into my panties. God, I needed him. And I needed him now. But he moved away. We weren't finished talking. I put my hands in his pockets as we chatted so I could sneak in a casual touch here and there. He touched my hair and my face and kissed me several times, deeply. He plunged his. We had not been to the pool for many years and noticed the decor looked a bit tired and that fittings such as door locks and seating were in need of repair.After the boys had gone home we decided to go for a swim every week and joined an over 50s session. When we got out of the pool on our first visit we bumped into our friends Roger and Jenny as we were going into the showers to wash off the chlorine. We chatted about some church matters and then they went to change and we went for our. I was amazed at how wet Jen was! She was completely soaked through! Instead of being content to rub her lips, I slid her panties to the side and inserted a finger in her canal, and started to slowly finger her. Roxy saw the commotion for what it was, and said that it was getting late, and that she should probably go. Jen snapped out of her trance, and stood up, not bothering to smooth out her skirt, flashing her little red panties to Roxy. She walked around the table, pulled her skirt up higher. A burning, as if the skin was stretched hard. "The fabric of your shirt rubs over your nipples, teasing them... each movement, each breath you take is a sweet torment of stimulation." I moaned, feeling the areola crinkle tightly with a wonderful throb. This intense pleasure/pain brought a flood of moisture between my thighs.The first time he entered my mind, it was more clinical, in a way maybe just an exercise to show me he could do it. He had me sit starting at a single point on a blank.