For a minute I just let the water caress my skin, sliding my hands across my stomach and down to my hips. My nipples tighten thinking about you and I ...ove my hands up to hold my breasts, imagining it’s your hands. Then I reach for my shower scrunchie, a little pink one, and lather it up. I hope your sitting comfortably now, this show is for you. I start tracing slow circles around my stomach. My free hand spreads some of the suds round to my side and then I move both hands up to my breasts. I. I didn't want to offend you Deb," I stuttered. "I was sure with the way small towns are you wouldn't want people to talk."She snorted and said, "Let them, I won't tell if you don't."Her hands quickly dropped to my dick hardening quickly and pushing at my jeans. With one hand she rubbed and the other worked on my belt and zipper.I let my head fall back on hers and took in the situation. We are both in our early 50's and live out West. I've had a crush on her but I'm sure my wife wouldn't. It was the only word I could get out. Of all the begging running through my mind it was the only word I could force out of my mouth, but it was enough: please.I could see his shoulders go rock hard under his t-shirt. Pulling it off, he strode forward. I could see the hard bulge in his jeans. Pulling my hands away from my pussy, he put them over my head. “Keep them there” he told me, not an ounce of flexibility in his tone. My head fell back as he knelt between my legs. His hands brushed up my. ”“I talked to Julia and Elyse about selling those two packages to another firm,” Dave said. “I think we should propose that to the Board.”“Remember, Jeremiah’s dad has a partial interest in that software and we’d need to share some of the proceeds with him.”“So you aren’t opposed to that idea?” Dave asked.“No. It’ll help us narrow our focus, which is something that I’ve worried about. If we eliminate Purina from the mix, those two software packages don’t even make half of what we make in.