She was looking lovely, with the water making her skin glow, her breasts making a cleavage as she wrapped the small towel tightly around her. I said, ...��I forgot to finish what I started.” I turned her around and hugged her tight, my dick already hard with the picture of her ass cheeks running in my mind. My left hand was running on her left inner thigh. My right hand was cupping her right breast and squeezing it hard. I was grinding my bulge into her ass cheeks. Those were the curviest ass. I will always suspect that of you. The best we can hope for in the future is an uneasy alliance."I sent back. "I understand all that now. I understand the futility of saying that I'm sorry. I only wish to demonstrate how sorry I am and recover whatever can be salvaged from the mess I've made."His reply was "Offer me what you teased me with".That was the breakthrough I needed. As I stated before, I wasn't repulsed by the idea of having sex with him. I had refrained from it because I was not. He seemed to know just how to touch her as she writhed lustfully under his finger. This was what I'd dreamt of, now all I had to do was enjoy it. He fingered her fleshy patch like an expert, her pelvis moving to his touch, ever grinding itself against his strong fingers. All the time he still kissed her, even as she grappled for air he forced his tongue into her mouth, her breaths hard and sexy. Soon her body stiffened and she exhaled a breath laced with orgasmic release and their kiss broke as. He had done that with Josephine and he missed the early signs of her instability, signs that, in hindsight, Monique had warned him about and he had ignored. While not exactly gun-shy, he had stepped back from any relationship and had lived in solitude for the bulk of the summer dodging Josephine and just about every other woman who had crossed or might have crossed his path as much as he could. In fact, he had spent several weeks at a time in London and Edinburgh, rather than have to come up.