“I want you to take nude pictures of us. I want you to see what is mine before I let him…fuck you.” The dirty minded vixen laughed, “Let’s f...nd these sheets and get the hell out of here!” ~~~ We arrived at the resort and went our separate ways. We both had to shower, and I had to prepare myself mentally for the evening that lay ahead. I knew that I didn’t want my playtime with Natalie to end before we left for home. If I had to share her, I had to wrap my mind around the idea of seeing my. She took the washcloth and sat herself down in the bathtub. The warmth of the bath made her relax. She rubbed the soap on the washcloth and began rubbing it on her wet, naked body. Brian then came into the room. He kneeled beside her by the bathtub. He smiled and said, ‘I know I fixed this bath just for you. I was wondering if I can join you.’ ‘I don’t mind that at all.’ Kirri said to him. Brian began taking his clothes off right in front of her. He had a lean, fit bod that would rival any. That pair of legs hypnotized him, mesmerized him and put a spell on him, for he worshiped every part of them: from slender soles and small, perfect toes, to gorgeous ankles and first, athletic calves, perfect knees to luscious, hot thighs that ended in that amazing, round, apple shaped ass of his wife. He let out a moan of pleasure when she started to slow dance to the music and to undress the stockings that she put on a few minutes ago. It was slow, agonizing, it was a torture to watch her –. First thing is first I tell myself. I cute off her clothing so that I could clean her body. It was late and I had no assistant. No one at the front desk and I always worked late hours. Business hours were held between 8 am and 8 pm but there were nights I would be there past ten. Now that my wife is gone it was almost pointless to rush to get home early. After cutting her clothing off I admired her body. She was a petite woman, looking at her you wouldn't think she was forty-one, just a year.