By the time we were eating our grilled bass I'd managed to teach myself to filter out the strong ones, but somehow the background emotional noise was ...ompletely unaffected by those filters. Fortunately the 'noise' level was low enough that I could more or less tune it out despite not being able to shield myself from it.Unless I decided to turn it all off, and then boom! All quiet, all the time. But no more living inside Chris' love when I did. It was an agonizing choice, but there were times. At the table, he was soft-spoken and almost taciturn, although endearingly passionate when he talked about ranching. Whenever he looked at me, I felt as if I were being undressed. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but it was flustering. I was blushing and tongue-tied, which was totally unlike me. In my honor, Aunt Wendy had baked Brown Betty a la mode for desert. I was on my second bite when Skip's fingers brushed my thigh, sending a cascade of little shivers down my spine. I told myself it was. The nylon felt quite different when wet, and I was pleased to have it removed for me. It lay all on the shower floor in a sodden heap, and I unceremoniously kicked it out of the cubicle. “Cheapskate” Sal’ said again, “Two in the shower, AND the washing! “That’s what I call economy” she said with a laugh “We’re doing our bit to save the planet aren’t we!” “Right! Lets get really clean, and no messing about” Sal said. “Right” I replied, as I slid my finger into her pussy, I tasted it, “Not clean. There goes my effort of 45 minutes. I pulled the saree of my waist and undid it. Then turning my back to him I unhooked my blouse and slipped out of it too. I covered my breasts with crossed hands and turned to him. Rana took me in his arms and I shivered. His iron hard chest crushed my huge boobs and his hands squeezed my ass cheeks. I slipped my hand inside his short and took his throbbing dick in my hands. My he was big. His pole now stood nearly 8” and it was as thick as a carrot. Now it.