Eine Dusche war dringend n?tig. Im Spiegel erwartete mich die n?chste ?berraschung. Da, wo mein Bikini gewesen war, war nun wei?e Haut. Es sah so aus,...als ob ich immer noch einen Bikini tragen w?rde. Nur gut, dass ich sowieso nicht gerne ins Freibad ging. So schnell w?rde ich mich nicht mehr mit nacktem Oberk?rper sehen lassen k?nnen. Wie lange das wohl hielt? Gut, das ich nicht so lange in der Sonne gewesen war. Aber auch so zeichnete sich die hellere Haut deutlich von der leicht gebr?unten. Adam and I had been talking to the others and each other about mundane stuff like our families, jobs, and the game we were going to.Adam’s wife’s name is Susan, and he leaned over and whispered, “Susan and I haven’t been getting along that well for the past few months, and I haven’t been getting laid. How’s it going for you and Liv?”I thought that was a strange thing to bring up out of the blue, but replied, “We’re doing fine, and she’s always ready for sex, even when I’m not. Sorry to hear. I smiled and breathed in, eager to reminisce over our impassioned union. I didn't give DI Carson all the sordid details of course. Just said we "made love" and then added "a lot," which was as close to the truth as he needed to know. The reality involved us meeting regularly. Sometimes two or three times a week, a different hotel each time. She'd find me, we'd get a room, fling our clothes off and screw madly. I'd come, she wouldn't. We'd fall asleep in one another's arms, wake up in the dead. ‘So which one is the husband?’ Why should we fit into someone else’s box? Not that I was at all concerned, Laura would know how to deal with that, it’s a Laura thing, Mistress of the Lauraverse.Whilst I was daydreaming we had arrived back at the stables, Laura shut Spirit and I into the stable, he headed straight for his water, whilst I settled down to wait for his cock to retract and drop out of me.A little later Deke entered, carrying an assortment of straps and stuff, he gentled Spirit,.