He really looked like he was going full force. She drew in another long breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh....��Crap, that hurts,” she gasped. And yet, the faint throb between her legs pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red marks on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her thighs. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football team at practice. As well as when she watched. " Well, no, and pretty much for the same reason," she sighed. "Yes, I've been looking forward to this, but it's come out of nowhere at a time that's less than perfect. I'm sure that the issue with Kwame has a lot to do with my reservations. But we have to accept this for what it is and move ahead from here, no matter what the timing is. Are you sorry it's not a boy?" No, no way," he smiled, a little relieved at her reply -- this was supposed to be a happy time, after all. He got the car started. She replied stating that married life did not work well and she got divorced in just 2 months of marriage.By now she was completely comfortable with me and thanked me for the other day to offer her a jacket. I told her that she was looking gorgeous in a wet shirt and wet hair. She naughtily asked what did I see only hair and shirt or something else? I told her that I imagined u without the shirt and just in white lacy bra on the black gorgeous body.She was blushing came close to me. I held her. ..”“Ballock naked,” Hugh chuckled. “I thought you knew we used this area to build up our tan,” getting a shake of Lara’s head, who didn’t even know her near neighbours were nudists, which she assumed. “Well we do and now you know ... Why on earth are you wearing that?” Hugh pointed at Sybil’s pinny.His exasperated wife held up her hands white with flour. “Because I wanted to finish the cake I was baking to take with us - silly. Never mind him Lara, come on now Hugh.”She wobbled off, her big.