Rick said that if I was turned on enough to take our bedroom fantasy to the next level, I should excuse myself and go to the bathroom, remove my soaki...g panties, and hand them to Pete on my return. So, scared to death, I duly left for the bathroom.I sat in a cubicle and felt how wet I was. My clit was on fire and throbbing. I needed a good fucking urgently… and I wanted it from Pete.Rick and I hadn’t had sex for a week before this weekend to ensure we were both up for it. I also loved it when. I tried to deny the feelings, but it was too complicated. I looked forward to seeing him everyday. I found myself pulling extra hours just to be in his presence just a little longer. He didn't seem to mind it. In fact, I believe he liked to be with me almost as much as I like being with him. We got along great and he made my job seem less stressful. Caleb was standing at the dispensing stations examining them. He looked up and our eyes locked. It was hypnotizing. We just stood there smiling at. “The bushes are high enough we can swim naked!”“What?!”I lifted her off me, stood up, and took her hand. I led her through the family room out onto the patio and then I jumped into the pool. The water was warm, almost like a bath, even though I’d just come from the sauna. She laughed and jumped in after me. We splashed around a bit until I pulled her towards me and we hugged tightly, exchanging a number of quick, soft kisses. I pulled her to the shallow end of the pool where we could sit with. Apparently this unladylike butt cleavage exposure was the reason for the spanking during the holiday season. That was clear in the last photo where I was dressed as a Warlock and Hermione his naughty female witch for Halloween over his lap. Hermione’s billowy black dress slacks at half mast along with her caramel candy corn’s striped panties which had fluttered down to her ankles. The wood-backed hairbrush had been used vigorously on the bare round mounds and the result of Hermione being.