We wouldn't want them to hear anything suspicious." Oh, heavens no," I agreed in my best mock southern belle. "Of course if they didn't catch the last...three hours worth then the next thirty minutes isn't likely to excite them." Three hours!" she exclaimed. "Was it really three hours? Wow! I was thinking maybe an hour and a half, two tops. Three hours!" Well, you know what they say, 'time flies when you're having fun, ' and while I can't speak for you, I was most definitely having fun." Oh, you. Nancy put on a rather sheer top and didn't bother with a bra. Holy shit. I took one look and said, "I can see your nipples through your top. Shouldn't you put on a bra?" Nancy laughed and said, "I don't think I'll be wearing a bra on this vacation. I've already gone topless, so what's the big deal. I think John and Pete will enjoy the sight, don't you?" I found my dick getting hard again as I looked at my sexy wife in a see through top. What the hell, she was right about already going topless,. Is that what you felt when you saw me fall off the curb?" I was flabbergasted and felt my cock shrivel. "Some people are hooked on pity," he pointed out. My vocal chords seemed frozen. "Hello?" "Uhh . . ." "Larry?" He appeared concerned and walked around to the bar stool, feeling my face with his hands. "You okay?" His touch was magical; his chemistry was capable of driving me into a frenzy. Part of me wanted to be totally honest, but the other part wanted to hold back and see if I could seduce. Ifinished the story again, and dropped Mistress Dyvia a quick line. Ilet her know the second song was much better, and I had in fact gotteninto a better headspace. I didn't tell her about passing out and thedream. I did ask, begging this time I finished the email with "Humbly,Mistress' Slut" as a half joke. Still when I did it it sent anothercork screw of happiness through my body.That was the second time that had happened today, both when thinkingof Mistress Dyvia. I wondered why briefly, and.