I heard water run and sounds of her dressing. When she emerged, she had put on her little black dress. It was just long enough to cover her stocking t...ps. Sitting may be a problem. She clicked across the floor atop of her heels. “You looked outstanding!” I exclaimed and meant it.She gave me her winning smile. “Thanks, Sweetie. Now I’m just going dancing with the girls. I shouldn’t be late. No need to wait up.” She wiggled her fingers at me as a goodbye wave, explaining, “I don’t want to mess up. .. No luck. Mom and Dad had a big dictionary in the bookcase in the living room. The thing was about 4" thick and weighed a ton. I was able to find schlong. It was a Yiddish word and it was slang for a male sexual organ. That didn't do me a whole lot of good. I thought Weinstein was Jewish and I knew they spoke Yiddish, so I knew I was on the right trail.Organ threw me a couple of curves. I ruled out the musical instrument right away, but got stuck on a bunch of medical terms before I figured. There was no way I could stand without revealing the massive erection I was now sporting, so I did the only thing I could think of to do, and that was to reach over and grab one of the shoes from the box sitting next to me."Before you try that on me..."I looked up at her, her face was one of pure lust."Yes?" Maybe ... you wouldn't mind applying a little of that same kind of lotion my husband uses," she boldly stated letting me know in an instant we were past giving innuendos here, or dancing. I looked up and the man was closer. She slowly washed every inch of her supple body. I saw her look up on the bank and behind a tree was another man watching her. She turned a let him get a good look as well. She had her hand between her legs and had two fingers buried in her pussy. I could tell by the look on her face she was enjoying what she was doing. She finished and dried off. She picked up her robe and walked back to the van naked for the men to see. When she got in the van she told me.