She hold me tight while I started wiping her hair and her back with the towel getting fantastic feeling of her soft wet breasts pressed on my chest. T...en it was her turn, she wiped my head and back and then pushed back a bit and started wiping water from the front side of my T-shirt and then worked out the same with my shorts rubbing by hard erected organ nicely. I had no option other than wetting my pants there with excitement.Then it was my turn, I worked on her beautiful ample breasts,. They had given us two beautiful twin grandchildren, Eve and Steve, who were the center of our world. But while Carol and Mark were compatible in so many ways, Carol was frustrated with him. Sexually. He was a slam, bam, thank’ee ma’am kind of guy, who grabbed her tits a couple times, rammed it in and went back and forth till he came. Not what Carol wanted from the man she loved. She thought she could teach him, but he wasn’t able to hear that she had needs he wasn’t meeting. Her friends told. "Sorry. Is Martha trying to hook you up?" Yep," she said, popping her lips."Robby's a good guy, really. It's just..." I get it. She embarrassed the poor guy in front of a total stranger," she interrupted. "I feel bad for him. I just hope she doesn't start giving me his résumé next. I don't think I could handle that." Do your best, honey," Tony said comfortingly. "At the end of the day, you'll see the humor in all of this." Maybe," she said, unconvinced that she would see this as anything other. The wait once she’d sent him the short list was excruciating, yet delicious in equal measures. Anxiously awaiting to find out if her selections had been up too scratch and suitably aroused him enough for the next step.If he was feeling generous he might give her a morsel of a clue, but usually she’d have to wait to find out if she’d done a good job. That came when the time to hit the shop arrived. He always phoned ahead to make sure they stocked all the required items and set up a private.