Liz had a vacation week coming and as it was coinciding with our wedding anniversary, she agreed to take a three-day camping trip into the Great North...Woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.I spent the week before we left noticing several things that I had been overlooking. Liz was dressing more provocatively for work. Ralph was calling her at home in the evening, and Liz would go into the spare bedroom and close the door to talk to him. And our sex was now very sporadic, and then it was without. The sun sparkled on the water and the temperatures rose as the sun ascended in the Caribbean sky. It was time for a quick dip in the pool! My wife had on my favorite string bikini, a floral combo in greens and purples with a splash of black. She was excited to have found one without any extra padding in the top which she hated more than I did. She didn't need any padding, her natural breasts still perky and taut after two kids. We slid into the pool, the cool water making us gasp and bringing. And he wasa horny as a dog with two cocks.I knew this because whenever we worked together -- I was an executiveassistant to a company chairman and Tony was his preferred driver -- he wouldtalk about sex all the time (when the boss wasn't in the car, that is). Andgirls clearly found him hot, I saw that for myself. Once, when we were onan overnight trip with the boss, Tony and I were in the hotel bar having afew well-earned drinks before turning in for the night. Another company washaving a. She just laid across the table with her back arched, open-mouthed and wide eyed until she found her voice. "YEEEEEOOWWWWWW!!!! OH, PLEASE Mr. Cramer! Please! I’ll be good!" she pleaded. "I’m sure you will, Miss Robertson. But we are not finished just yet." With his left hand he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. "Take off your blouse!" he commanded her. "WHAT?? Oh NO! Mr. Cramer, PLEASE!!" she tried once more to stand, to run off, but Mr. Cramer held her tightly. "Do you.