Relax and let me make you come." One hand was gripping my cock with my swim suit while the other hand continued to rub soap on my chest. She seemed to...want to make sure my nipples were extra clean. The tingling in my body connected the nipple she was playing with to the tip of my cock as she stroked and I gave up to the sensations and felt myself pulsing—spewing my come into the stream of water from the shower. I sagged against her and she pushed me forward enough to rinse my cock off and then. The look was lascivious and sultry. As she did so, she slowly shed her coat, allowing it to fall to the floor. She followed this by unbuttoning her skirt and sliding the zip down. With a wiggle the garment slid to join the coat. It revealed a pair of lace boy-shorts, and black lace-top thigh-highs."Angela," he stuttered, "What are you doing?"She grasped the hem of her blouse and lifted it slowly over her head and off. The bra matched the knickers."I would have thought that would be obvious; I. She then decided she wanted to paddle in the river which in this spot, was quite shielded from the path. She waded in up to thigh depth and started to caress her tits over her dress, then opened it up to allow them into full view and easy access. I decided to walk back down the path a way until I could cross over to the other side of the river, giving me a more distant view, more like a voyeur might see. By this time, my wife had undone all her buttons and was openly squeezing her left tit with. " Now he was the nervous one. Was she talking about what he though she might be?"They're open 'til half nine tonight. No rush!"She was playful now. Read like a book, Andy. You've done it again."Right. Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about that you couldn't speak of in a public place?" This is really difficult for me."Another tear. He had to learn to control his emotions more. She didn't seem the type that would put up with somebody who couldn't be in control all the time. Placing her.