I heard a slight rip as a button popped off and fell into the bath.With her finger still up my bum, her other hand slid over my thigh and between my l...gs, pushing them apart, finding my pussy. As the water ran down over our bodies, I felt her fingers enter me from the front as well, starting to thrust slickly in and out. I leant back against the wall and let her take me. One hand inside her blouse still gripping her tit, I found my hard clit with the other and began to rub it.I was so turned on. I reached for the knot in the towel between her tits and pulled her forward. She came, but feigned resistance. I say "feigned" because - while she pulled gently back - she smiled, dropped her head a bit, and looked intensely with her eyes aimed up at me. As I pulled on the knot again, she relented. As she submitted to my pulling force, I sat down on the edge of the bed. Instead of pulling her on top of me, I kept her standing before me.As I played with the towel at her bodice, I began to stroke. Kissed me with such ... ardor. Why?” Rachel blushed again.“Rachel, it’s just the two of us. We can speak the truth. There is chemistry between us. Sexual chemistry. There is heat. We find each other physically attractive. You’re a woman who still has those kinds of needs, you know. And yes, I love Sarah very much and would never hurt her. But that changes nothing about this mutual ... interest of ours ... in each other. But that’s enough. It’s time for me to head back to my bedroom. My wife,. It was the florist on time as promised. I went to the kitchen with the boxes and put the red roses into six of our best vases and placed one just inside the front door, and spaced the others to the base of the stairs and then from the top of the stairs to our bedroom. I filled the bedroom with scented candles and dimmed the rheostat so the lights were nice and low. Already, the house was smelling of roses and became even more so and I strew the rose petals in a trail from the front door, up the.