”Cassie stuck the phone on some kind of car mount, the kind that has a suction cup for the windshield. She had it about chest high on the glass wall...of the shower. That new Samsung phone lived up to its billing, it really was waterproof.Cassie proceeded to wash her breasts with a loofah… and then her bare hands… and she soaped them up for me and squeezed them and caressed them and she didn’t stop…“Fuck.” I said, apparently louder than I thought.“How’s that?” asked Gloria.“Sorry!” I replied. She is five four , one hundred pounds, her thirty four b cup tits are perky and never need a bra. Her vagina has been lazer treated and is now permanently hairless. She got a yellow sun dress from her suitcase and smiled it over her head, it stopped about three inches from her naked butt cheeks.We sat and enjoyed a perfect sea food meal, after we had a few drinks and listened to a solo guy playing the guitar and singing. The drinks where getting to the both of us. At one time my wife leaned. My breasts were heaving as I watched them each push their pants down to their thighs and I licked my lips at the two hard cocks bouncing in front of me. My Beast of a Master grasped my hair and yanked my head back. He held me there, my neck stretched, mouth and eyes wide open at the force of his hold. I started to get uncomfortable and embarrassed. His friend reached down and pinched at one of my nipples and Master leaned forward, rubbing the head of his cock over my chin and bottom lip. I. I offered to help clean up, and over dirty coffee cups and fingerprints and smudges on the table, we began to talk. She was 44. I was 44. She was divorced with two children. I was married with one child. She was dating a man to whom she expected to become engaged. I was in a marriage that was far from ideal, lacking in intimacy and communication. We were of two different ethnic backgrounds, two different faiths, and yet we shared many of the same basic values. We talked and I found out that she.