Yes. The weather was chilly thus far. I had worn my mini skirt already and nothing was going to have me change it. How do I look? I asked Cara inside...my living room. She surveyed me and hit my ass hard. We both laughed hard. You look fuckable, baby. Fuckable, baby? I was expecting to hear, You look sexy, mom. You look fuckable too, my babe. We roared into laughter another time. Dunce was the name of the nightclub we set off to. It looked modern from corner to corner. Everyone present here. She wanted him to at least touch her. He made no move toward her. She slipped out of her dress without moving away from him. She opened the patio door, walked to the pool, slipped off her sandals, her panties, her bra, and stepped into the pool. The water was cold. Goose bumps everywhere. As she went deeper the chill moved up her thighs, her pussy, her abdomen. Her nipples grew hard. Without wetting her hair, she stroked quietly across the pool. She could hear the slapping of her waves against. "Go on. Talk to me," he said. I spoke hesitantly, "I have always liked you and thought about you as more than just friends." The moment those words came out my mouth, a smirk appeared on his face. I then remembered that I was not wearing anything underneath my gown and asked to excuse myself to change. I walked out the room and into the bedroom, taking off my gown. I opened my wardrobe and started looking at clothes. Just then, I felt his hands on my hips and his lips on my neck. I turned. With a little shiver, she ran to the bedroom and stripped, but left her heels on. The doorbell was ringing before she got back down again. As she opened the door, he pushed it wide open and kissed her in full view of any observer on the road who might just be at the correct angle. It seemed an age before he entered and closed the door."I like your heels — it's a good touch! Now show me to your bedroom." This time he was going to fuck her in our marital bed, and somehow the wickedness of that.