When his shirt was off, that's what I did - and was surprised that it was a turn-on for both of us. Mike and I both moaned at the same time. Mike mo...ned again as my hand slid down and felt for the lump in his pants. God this was turning me on.Mike took the camera and told me to start undressing. I took off my shirt, with Mike taking a couple of shots, then he told me to face away and take down my pants. I gave him the whole show and pulled off my underwear at the same time. That made Mike. She still remembered the anger on his face, and passion in his eyes. She moved back to one of the book cases. She ran her hands over a couple books, pausing on one of her favourites. King Lear. She slowly took the book and moved to a big arm chair right by one of the windows. She sat down, tucking her legs under her, balancing the book on her knees and started to read. ***************** The knock brought him out of his thoughts. Slowly he turned and looked at the door. It opened, and Henry. I had to place my hand on the couch to steady myself. My still enlarged clit being really sensitive as I closed my legs. Even my soiled wet shorts were wedged up between my puffy labia’ s. Creating little pussy spasms with each step that I tried to take. It took me awhile to make it up the stairs to the shower. The cool water would feel so good against my skin. Undressing I stick my wet shorts in the clothes hamper. Right there is the panties that had been sitting on the table that. She knows she was a sight to see. Her nipples are rock hard from the cool water and are clearly seen through the yellow top. Drops of water cling to her oiled body. Her hair is slicked back. She ignores him and grabs her towel to pat her skin dry. She knows he is staring at her. ‘See something you like?’ she asks turning around to look at him. ‘No, um, I…’ he stammers and she laughs and sits down on a lounge chair. Despite his tan, she can see that he’s blushing. She lets him go about his.