She seemed to get conscious and we broke the hug. She started walking back towards the shore. I jogged behind her and reached her and put my hands aro...nd her neck and we started walking back to the restaurant. I got two more beer bottles and we headed towards the room. I was getting excited more and more and finally, when we reached the room I locked the door and hugged her really tight. Prerena seemed to be rigid and was not hugging me back. I asked her what was the problem. Then she revealed. So We called the People an they said they were willing to pay Us to do some work , so the next weekend we went . The Lady who came to the door had long straight brown hair she wore a short summer dress , she smiled and asked us in . The Husband came out an said hello . They said the bathroom needed some plumbing work and the house needed dusting . So I went into the bathroom an started working on the pipes , I had to lie on my back as I worked . I heard the wife come in , she said so You. Man, did my hormones kick in!I looked up at her face. It held the same vacant, longing expression that I saw on my own face (in the bathroom mirror) when I was smelling her panties.I grabbed the bottom of her pink night-shirt and pulled it up, exposing her curves to me. She wasn't wearing any underpants and I could see her pussy right in front of my face. It was the most attractive thing I had ever seen in my life. It looked so much different than the last time I had seen it-- when we were both. But there was the evidence right in front of me. She had a pair on her that would have pleased any Hollywood starlet.It was a hell of a costume. The dress was nothing special and I imagine it could be found at any upscale boutique that catered to the clubbing crowd. But what was under the dress was what was so amazing.Now, get your mind out of the gutter. Yeah, that was amazing, too, but what I'm talking about is her makeup. Or maybe I should say her die job or her paint job.At first I thought.