Make the lunch and I'll go put the stuff in the car." He was getting ready to leave when he turned around and called back to her. "Why don't you wear ...hat white bathing suit you have? You know the one I'm talking about, with the rings. I like that one."As she packed the lunch her hands shook a little. The white one! Oh my! Yes she knew which one he was talking about all right! It was a suit; well you could call it a suit only because that was easier than saying "four small pieces of cloth held. She settled her pussy onto his lips and Ben slide his tongue inside her. Jenny craved the feeling of his tongue working the inside of her pussy as she rubbed it in his face. Having an adoring lover who worshipped her would make things more tolerable with her husband.“Ben, I have a confession to make; while you were getting on the bed, I peed in the bathroom and forgot to wipe off. Does it taste bad down there?” She pressed down even harder, forcing his tongue still deeper. She was close to. That way I could see up her dress. No one else was on near us. I said loud enough for her to hear move you legs apart some. She shook her head no but did it anyway. I could see about half an inch of the dog just inside the hem of her dress. When we got to the top I once again took her arm and as we walked I told her that I could see the hot dog sticking from her pussy. She freeked and almost reached down to push it up. I said no leave it alone. Hey you want to try on some shoes I asked. She. She runs her hands up to her neck and brings them back down slowly, her sweat making her skin glow and stick slightly. She needed to cool down, and she had just the idea.Again she darts to the fridge, nearly tripping over one of the few discarded pizza boxes lying around she flings the freezer open and grabs the ice cream bucket, slamming the freezer door she races half naked back to the sofa. She sits there, staring at the still melted, if not much cooler, ice cream. The idea races through her.