"He nodded and the next day we swam both clad in more conventional attire. I had on a small two piece. Not quite a string bikini but it did show quite...a bit. Erik's was not the long, baggy type either. It wasn't a French cut but it did fit closely and covered only from the waist to the tops of his thighs. Several times I caught myself staring at him and I noticed him quite often studying my own body.Nothing untold happened in the lake. Oh, three was some touching and a bit of kissing, but that. I want 20 versions of you three to run a train on my arse". I had sat beside Nicole who was now beginning to stroke my stiffening cock. Hearing Christine confess to being such a slut was really turning me on. I began to finale her huge tits as she stroked away. Prior to me meeting her Christine had been married for over 20 years. She had two late-teenage sons and the shackles of family life had clearly held her back and made her into the slut she was now happy to admit to being. I imagined. I slowly took off her waitress uniform and then took off her shoes as she continued to kiss my lips. After the kiss, she took me to her bedroom. Once we were there, we sat on the bed facing each other. I returned her kiss that time and I slowly took off her white cotton bra and panties. Her naturally endowed breasts had peaches-and-cream-hued nipples. I heard her gasp as my tongue softly circled both nipples before I sucked them. Her moans and groans were high and soft as she lightly played. That memory still popped into his head at the damndest times. When it did it stayed in the back of his mind all day.But even in those few years since that morning in May, so many changes had been made in this quiet Eastern Washington town. For one thing, the motel was now a La Quinta. As comfortable as he remembered the room he was in now was head and shoulders above the two rooms Helen and he had "shared."The Texaco Service Station was still there but it had major competition now. Two.