.uh . . . that's me . . . uh . . . sorry," he said nervously. Marissa smiled knowing what her husband was about to do. "Now Brian . . . what am I supp...sed to think when another guy is with my wife? "Uh . . . it’s not what you think sir . . . she was just checking out my costume. That's all." "I see that . . . and you were checking out her tits . . . weren't you?" he asked sternly, his wife trying to hold back her laughter. "No really . . . we were just talking . . . nothing like that," said the. As the song started and she sang to it I couldn’t tell if she was a good or bad singer. My mind was just focused on those tits. As she sang they jiggled slightly but other than that were as firm as 16 year olds. I looked around the room and saw some of the people looking back at me with big grins on their faces. I guess being a newbie in a naturist park was showing through the way I stared at this singer and they caught me. A few of them smiled and winked at me and I just smiled back, a little. She hesitated a bit at first but then pressed her arms strong against my penis feeling the stiffness. I kissed her on her neck and slowly lifting her arms while moving my mouth to her armpits. The sweet smell of her sweat was driving me crazy and I was soon licking her armpits, brushing her thick armpit hair with My tongue. I was enjoying the sweet salty taste of her pits and the light pungent smell that emancipated from there. My arms in the meantime was still fondling here breasts, squeezing. Something was nagging me, something I'd forgotten."Shit, must have a wash," I thought.You forget these simple things when you haven't been able to do them for so long.I went to the bathroom and had a wash. I looked round for a deodorant and, finding a new one, used it.Back in the guest room I started to get dressed. Cotton knickers, pop socks, jeans and a T-shirt, they were a bit loose, but were okay. The shoes, flat heel court shoes, were a little tight, but wearable."Chris," I said after.