Of course I responded and sucked his tongue into my mouth. As my eyes opened I was staring into Cindys eyes and looking at her sweet smile. I think sh... was enjoying this as much as me. Marks hands were roaming all over my thighs and ass and had me squrming in my seat. My hands found there way to his now erect cock and I slowly rubbed him thru his pants. I started to feel guilty about being here with her and not paying attention so I sat back some in my chair, straighted my hair and excused. As I stood I had cum running down both thighs and my legs were a little wobbly but I could manage to take Mike down two flights of stairs back into the corner of the house to the guest shower. We were both still naked and when we got in the bathroom Mike told me to sit on the toilet and when I did his cock was right in my face and close to being hard. I started sucking him while he was groping my boobs and pulling my nipples. After a minute or two he bent me over the sink and got behind me to. Now, without the kids around, it might be good for an island getaway. She took it into the bathroom, where she had some cuticle scissors in her toilet kit; she used them to cut off the tags. After a very quick shower, she dried off and pulled the cover-up on. It was a wrap style, but with a tie on the inside and one on the outside holding it together. It was also cut low in the back and had a lot of slits up the legs to mid-thigh. It wasn’t sheer in the sense that it was transparent, but it was. "I'm sorry," he told me. "I try not to let it bother me, but when you've spent that much time with someone, it still smarts." "I wouldn't know," I admited. "I've never been married." "You don't know what you missed," he said. "I loved her more than anything else. We never had any c***dren though, so we were able to do things we always wanted to do once I retired. We traveled, we joined clubs," and for some reason he accented the 'clubs' part, "and we ejoyed ourselves." I know I shouldn't.