She was flustered and attempted to cover herself with her hands, which of course was futile, and had Charles attempted to cover himself with his hand,...he was afraid it might have appeared that he was playing with himself. They had no choice but to walk up to their guests and beg forgiveness as they quickly dressed amid mumbled attempts at explaining how they lost track of time, and apologized repeatedly for their very unlikely actions. Mere nakedness in the open was so out of place for the. He knew she was right and then he’d never be able to go to sleep without a way to get over his mad at what he will probably hear. He was about to explain to his wife that he would probably go crazy worrying over it, but she ‘cut him off at the pass.’“Well, we already have a basic idea of what was said. There is nothing you can do about it tonight, anyways; so why don’t you come to bed with me, and then in the morning watch it and be mad all damn day. At least that way, you get a few hours of. Not being uncomfortable enough to actually get up and go into the hut.Once awake, I made my way to the lagoon and had my morning swim. This time getting to the far side at the breakers. I crawled out and over the rocks and sat on the other side and watched out over the far horizon of water, blurred by the light rain and clouds. I was paying closer attention to the life I might see out there, wondering if there was a way to get the binoculars out here. I wasn’t sure if getting them wet would. Yes,you may have seen in my profile how I wear 22 inch black satin opera gloves when I fuck – while he loved these around his shaft,the problem was that they would get so sticky.I know the sight of my slender lacquered fingers raking his rod was the biggest turn on for him even more so than when I wore my gloves....it's those polished nails again you see!!!!!! He loved me to dress in front of him,seductively gliding my smooth nylons over my long legs and slipping my high stilettoes on,and I.