The physical checking of the repair work seemed to only take a few minutes and I'd invariably spend the rest my time just watching Charlie work either...on the repairs or at his restaurant. I'd find some meager excuse for us to exchange a few words, always pleasant ones but mostly I spent my time watching from a distance. Invariably, when I'd return to my hotel at night my panties would be soaked and I'd then masturbate for hours but not getting any lasting relief. Erotic dreams involving the two. I had gone to a Bikini Village store at a local mall during the week and bought myself 5 sets. I purchased 4 thong bikinis that exposed my entire hipbone, most of my butt and covered just the bare minimum from the front. My favourite swimsuit was the fifth one however. It was a neon pink, v-shaped monokini, with thin straps barely 2 inches wide that would go over each shoulder, extend down to my pussy and around to the back of my butt to connect at the other side. The fabric was thin and. “Hello! Rachel, where are you?” I asked as Rachel picked up the phone. “I’m at Ronnie’s house, it’s raining heavily, and I don’t think I can go back home,” she said. “Where are you?” she asked me. “I’m at your house, my car got struck and…” before I could complete my story, Rachel stopped me thanking me for being in her house. “Thank God, you are already there. I was going to call you to go to my house and see if Adam is Okay,” Rachel said. “Don’t worry about him. He is okay and sitting right. Gently and slowly they found the rhythm of each others body. In and out, gliding smoothly with the crystal clear fluids of their bodies making his entry easy, his shaft plunged deep inside her again and again. She pulled at the handles and used her legs on his shoulders to help arch her back with each thrust. He pulled at those same handle for leverage as he started to increase the power and speed of his insertion. The crowd sensed it too, and began the hushed chant.