With a big grin he held out his hand to shake it, saying that he had not idea that I worked out there. As I moved my shampoo to my left hand to shake ...ith him, my towel dropped. I was standing face to face with the man my wife had a crush on. His cock looked completely soft and limp, and it was already longer and thicker than my cock ever was at full attention. To make matters worse, I was showering after a post-"rush hour" cardio workout. There hadn't been much hot water, and the blood supply. He stood up sharply. "Shall we go now?" The rest of your wine?" asked Karen, whose days of relatively poverty and the sacrifices she'd made prejudiced her against such waste."Don't worry about that. We can get another bottle in the Fiorenze."As the two of them walked along the high street, Karen shyly slipped her arm into the crook of Kenneth's and was pleased that he didn't let it slide away. He seemed genuinely happy in her company and his lively conversation about the Italian meals he cooked. It’s then that I notice something. They have a date of her birth. But there is no date of her death. I start a hunt then that dwarfs my other searches. For days I track down every piece of paper with her name on it that has survived the decades. There weren’t many. She had not been as famous as some of the others. Not Blaze Star the Queen of Vaudeville, not Tempest Storm who stripped into her seventies. But to me she had outshone them all. And I couldn’t find anything about her now! Not when. As she went to her tent to get her stuff, I also told Sarah that I was going to shower quickly and would be back in a little while. I got to the shower first. I had only intended to masturbate in the shower knowing that Judy would be showering herself so close, savoring the thought of the water running over her 5'2" 115 lb. body. Her brown hair lightly wet. Her nipples making her b-cup tits so inviting as the water dripped off of them. Her sexy round ass swaying as she soaped up and washed.