“What the hell are you doing?” He grinned up her tense torso at her. “I left the bottle in the cool bag between the ice packs.” “That’s...cold!” “Yep.” She suddenly noticed that little curving smile and the soft creases of his up-to-something face. She looked down at the splash of cream across her stomach like wayward spunk from Jack Frost. She realised her nipples were gently baking under the sun-drenched fabric, and that her husband was staring down between her legs at the sopping purple. “It’s been a long long time” she said. I opened her legs slightly and rubbed her through her pants.Moving back to her lips I kissed her hard for a minutes then ran my tongue down her chin, down the middle of her tits, down over her chubby belly, into her tummy button for a brief moment and then she said “You’re not going to do what I think you’re going to do are you” I totally ignored the comment and ran my tongue over her waistband and down the front of her pussy.As I licked her through her. How do I look she asked. Damn it is all I could say. Do I look OK she ask? Well honey you look perfect if we where shooting a porn, but we will be outside. She said you goofy fucker I'm going to wear a dress. Then she went back to our room. In another few minutes she came back in the den wearing the dress she picked out. It was white with big red apples printed all over it. It came to the tip of her knee. How does this look she asked . The top was just low enough so her pushed up tits shown. I. I had been away for a year and had missed her so much but now I was to spend the next six weeks with her and looked forward to many more foot worshipping experiences, especially as I had now been allowed to sniff her feet.Although Aunty Bettie was a very attractive woman she never felt the need to get married again after the loss of her husband, I used to think it must have been too painful for her to start another close relationship, but one day I discovered something that shook me to my.