While they were busy with that, we looked around for some clothes to change but apart from few loincloths there was nothing else, so we stood there sh...vering and dripping water on their floor.When the woman, who was apparently the man's wife, saw us standing there and shivering like children, she gestured to us to change into those strips hanging there. When we indicated that we were alright, she got confused and started pointing toward the clothes line and this back and forth gesturing went on. He pulled his fingers out and stood up, letting me practically fall onto the sofa. As he took his pants off he said, still the boss: "go ahead and take those panties off sweetheart." I did, and watched as he pulled his own briefs down. Underneath that big stomach I could see a short, fat knob. It wasn't long, but the head was enormous. The sofa was wide enough that he could put one leg up and leave one on the floor and fit between my legs. I opened as wide as I could, and let out a loud yelp. "Can I put some more of your juices on my cock?" I moaned. "For a bit of lubrication!!" I gazed at her as she reached down between her legs and rubbed over her pussy, soaking up as much of her juices as she could. She reached over and held out her hand to me, and I looked at her palm and fingers holding her cum."Let go of your cock!" was all she said. As I did, she quickly grasped my erection tightly and ran her hand slowly along my shaft and around the head, causing my cock to jump wildly. I. Worse even. How's a bloke meant to keep his hard-on if you keep yammering about his parents?" Sorry," she said, not sorry at all, knowing she'd made her point and they could finally get started on the good stuff, the reason she'd sought him out in the first place."Hmph. Fine. All right." She kissed him again, more lingeringly this time, and he slid a hand into her hair. "It's not going to hurt, is it?"She laughed, nervously, relieved. "No, silly. Just let me--" She stroked him again, as always.