He moved from breast to breast, sucking and nibbling on each nipple in turn as he massaged and squeezed her breasts, and it wasn’t long before her a...ousal hit its peak. She grabbed onto Dean’s head and pushed it into her breast as she climaxed. “Oh my God, here it comes, baby, here it comes! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’M GONNA CUMMMMMMMM!!!!” she screamed as her orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing over her body. She held Dean’s head fast against her big breast as her orgasm shook her. Her knock brought a woman about her age to the door, and after a few moments, my mother waved for me to join them. There was a symbol on the gate that caught my eye. It looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember why. “Tommy, this is Layla.” She continued as Layla and I shook hands. “Layla and her husband have been kind enough to invite us for dinner, and she says just a mile or so down this road is a water crossing that we don’t want to make in the dark, even with the 4X4. She suggests we stay in. After he rinsed me of, I took the bar of soap and was getting ready to return the favor. But his wife said to me, “what are you doing? He can clean himself!” So, I stepped out of the shower and she began to towel me off. As we left the bathroom going back into the bedroom, she told her husband to hurry up and not keep her waiting, or the punishment would be more severe.After we were back in the bedroom, I took the time alone with her to explain that I was not really the submissive type. It was. You turn to look at me as I enter the bathroom yet again. I have brought with me a bottle of wine and two glasses. "How sweet!" you say as I pour us each a glass. Taking a seat on tub's edge, I hand you a glass. We sit and make small talk, enjoying each other's company and the wine. We are in no hurry, we have all weekend and plan on using it to satisfy our desire for each other. As we continue to sip wine, I take a wash cloth, lather it up and wash your back, loving the moments we share.