“Touch me here,” she said, taking his hand and placing it between her legs. He began to rub her soft mound, his fingers tangling in her dark hair....��Lower,” she whispered, parting her legs slightly and guiding him to the deep, wet, private place at the junction of her thighs. One of his fingers slipped inside, and she gasped with pleasure.She took hold of Peter’s prick and rubbed it against her breasts. The firm rod felt hot against her skin, and she tried to fix its shape and size in her mind in. When we got to the bathrooms there were a couple people in front of us. So I took her hand and snuck us around back of the pavilion, behind the bar to the employee bathroom. In and out no one was the wiser. We got back to the reception and went our separate ways, I had to go do pictures and other wedding things. As the night went on, the drinks went down quicker. My wife took the walk toward the bathrooms and noticed the lines were longer than earlier. Instead of waiting she decided to go to. I decided to take this as a challenge and lifted the t-shirt over her head. Her pale, milky skin was exposed and for a minute she looked vulnerable in the huge hotel room. Her tits were beautifully defined teardrop shapes, the nipples small and dark, and now very erect. She eased the straps of her bra away, and as she stretched I could see the definition of her ribcage. Such a contrast to my big, rough hairy body I thought – something which only made my cock throb harder. I took her tits in my. .. yes, of course, Jan. Sure. I guess it's my turn," and he proceeded to give her a short precis concerning the years after the Navy and up to the demise of his wife.Janet listened intently to Lou's narrative and in doing totally forgot that the only clothing she had on was a thin robe. The front had gapped even further apart and the folds had fallen away from her legs, exposing them to the upper thigh.Lou stopped speaking, unable to contine because of the vision before him. Janet, thinking.