No words need to be spoken...as our silence speaks volumes...I close my eyes...and I know...he has to leave soon...Caressing my tits..he whispers 'I l...ve you'...if only things were different..' In my mind I think...'How could I...I am one awful bitch to do this'...then...that question...'do you love me?.....yes you do...say you do....' and when I don't reply immediately...he stops caressing my tit...and puts his arm over his face and says..'oh fuck...'...and pulls out and walks to the. "All too soon we were packing up the remnants of our picnic and folding up the rug. It was all safely stored back in the car when Mom said, out of the blue,"I think I might like a paddle. It will cool me down a bit and also wash most of the gunk of my legs. Will you join me and maybe hold me steady?" she smiled at me as she asked so how could I say no?Mom was outside me and was holding her dress above water level and I was in slightly shallower water and holding her shoulder to steady her. We. Mitch was the maintenance guy and probably in his early 50's. He always wore gray work pants and shirts from Sears. He as short and painfully thin. I had never heard him laugh or even say much of anything. He was usually in the back with the pin setting machines and such.Lyndia was clearly enjoying herself. She was laughing and playing their game and losing on a regular basis. Every time she lost, Eric would pour her a shot of Tequila. After a few minutes Tony told Mitch that he didn't think. Our sex life was fairly good, even if we didn't have it as often as I would like. He worked long hours and as tempting as my yoga-toned butt tried to be, sometimes he was just too tired. No such excuses tonight, I promised myself as I soaped between my legs, fingers delving teasingly into my smooth folds. This was the first time in ages I'd been completely bare. It definitely wouldn't be the last.I teased myself for a few more minutes, but knew I'd be deliciously on edge the whole evening if I.