Then Isighed, squeezed between the vanity table and ice cream parlor chair,and sat before the mirror. I had gotten skilled enough at applyingcosmetic... that I could do it without any thought beyond how my wifewanted me to appear. I kept everything conservative to satisfy the'cute' portion of Tessa's order, and then used too much liner on myeyes, extending the lines beyond the outer edges, to meet the'seductive' part of her instructions. I fluffed my hair a bit and putdabs of perfume behind my. "That's as much as I know how to do. You'll need a plumber to fix that, but for now, it's stopped. Let's get everything out and dry up this place."As I said, it really wasn't so bad. It took maybe half an hour, and it would have been less if I hadn't spent so much time staring at her tits."Thanks a lot, Mr. Underwood. Jeez, look at your clothes." I guess they did get a little wet." Get your slacks off and let me iron them." Do you have a robe or something for me to put on?" My hands were at my. On the contrary… Some asked C if we were open to share and swap wives, and some asked me directly: one I remember as the day of yesterday: “I noticed your boyfriend has a little dick, what would you think of trying a real big cock?” I was speechless, all I did was laughing and thanked him for the offer. I overheard couples making plans for tomorrow going back to the clothes optional beach and I was looking forward to that. Now everybody starts to know each other better and better its sounds. ”“Good Morning, Nazia,” I answered, “Pardon me for coming out like this. I forgot that you were here.”“Hey, it’s fine with me. I’d rather see than a good-looking guy in shorts.” As she spoke her gaze traveled over my body, pausing just long enough on the growing bulge in the front of my shorts to tell me she found it very interesting.“Coffee?” she asked, getting to her feet. “Sure,” I said, sitting down. “Thanks.”As she got up from her chair and moved toward the kitchen, I got a look at her.