* Libby’s body was very aware of the man huddled up close to her on the bike, she could feel his body from head to foot as it hugged her, his thighs...against hers, his arms tight around her waist, his hot breath on the nape of her neck. Who was he? She had nearly had a heart attack when she had felt the hand on her shoulder back at the house. Glancing up at his face all she could make out in the gloom of the room had been slightly shaggy dark hair, gleaming eyes and a tough hard looking face.. "So tell me, what are you doing here? I thought you were working today."With a roguish grin Jimmy moved back beside her. "If I didn't get to see you today, I'd be faced with two weeks without any of your loving. And baby, two weeks is a painfully long time to spend just thinking about something as fine as you. So I swapped days off with another guy." I should have known," said Cindy, while thinking she really should have known. "Well, I share your pain, but I can only stay an hour or so. Tell. Shit my cock was starting to grow and I needed my towel. So opening the door I stepped out and she was standing there wiping her pussy with paper, “Oops sorry, Tan.” “What are you worried about? I bet you see women peeing all day, bet you’ve even bed bathed some. Haven’t you?” she said jokingly. “Well as a matter of fact, I’ve sponged many women that are too sick to care in the least.”“Mmmm…so does that mean you wash EVERYWHERE?” “Yes Tan, everywhere. I can’t leave parts of them smelling,. Back to the story…..She had been allowing her tits to be seen more & more as the day went on. We were camped on the shore and I noticed the same boats passing more and more often. I figured they were getting a good view of her.One of the boats pulled up to our camp (she quickly covered up). It was three of her ex-husband’s friends who were fishing. She knew them for many years. I knew them from around town but never hung-out with them. Good guys as far as I knew.Of course we invited them to.