A few months. She finally admitted she had been excited about the whole situation the moment I asked her. She made an early appointment and we were on...our way.While driving to the doctor's office we got stuck in traffic because of an accident. My wife was growing very horny. I suggested that she masturbate. "NO! There's a trucker next to us that can see in the car." "Well, why not give him a show." I said as I lifted up her shirt exposing her tits. She wasn't wearing a bra. And he did get a. He put the age difference out of his mind, ignored the hollow fear in his guts if someone caught them, and just relaxed as she curled up against him. The scent of her shampoo had filled his nose at first, but by the end of the night he detected a more personal scent underneath it. A scent that followed him to his own bed and made sleep impossible until he allowed himself release.His conscience was laced with guilt for imagining them together. It started with the image of her wearing the yellow. I helped her with the washing and went into the kitchen to get the drinks, Anna sat in the garden while Julie came into the kitchen to help with the drinks.“Anna was so excited when I told her we were staying again all she could talk about was your orange squash” Julie said as she sorted out Anna’s change of clothes, “Really” I said, “It’s homemade” I continued and poured out a big glass. She took a swig and swirled it around her mouth before swallowing, “Mmm” she said, “Nice taste Frank” and. He gestured for her to stay put and quickly ran to the refreshment stand and bought two bottles of water, thankful he’d remembered to stuff some money in the pocket of his bathing suit. On a hunch, he picked up one of those two-packs of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Back quickly, he tucked the bottles under his arm and held out his hand for Wilma who grabbed hold and they began walking. He certainly enjoyed looking at her, but he also enjoyed touching her, even if it was only her hand.He loved to.