He lingered unnecessarily on my skin; writing words with his forefinger and having me guess them. Later on, as it grew dark, we traipsed inside for co...ktails and wine and food. He prepared a fondue and we sat on the floor in front of the TV. I was still dressed in my bikini – a bright red one that did little to hide my assets, and he was wearing a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt. We chatted for hours about everything, but there was an underlying tension that we were both avoiding skilfully.. ”“Me too,” Cathy said. “But the contest is still going,” and she held out her glass.“Now, we will have to make sure we all know if – I mean, when – either of you can’t hold it any more. We can’t have anyone being sneaky, and trying to let some out and no one noticing,” I said. “Now, what if you sit up on the concrete? Any leakage will show up then.”They both grumbled at having to get up and move, but we sat in a circle on the concrete, facing each other. It would now be quite obvious if any of. I got up and asked what happened. She replied that some bedbugs are spoiling her sleep. So I asked her if I could help in anyways. She asked me apply body lotion to her back and her hands and legs. That time she was wearing a nighty. As I started applying lotion to her hands, she slept and was very much into deep sleep. I was enjoying her body; touching and lotioning her hands, then I went towards her legs and intentionally dimmed the bedroom lights. I touched her legs and they were so sexy and. “Are you checking me out now?” “Yep,” I said, looking down. “That’s alright, you’re pretty attractive. At least I was picky last night.” My eyes fell onto his faint pleasure trail running down to the waist of his boxers. I shifted uncomfortably when I clearly made out the outline of his dick. It was still hard and pressed against his lower abdomen under his boxers. God, that’s hot. I’d definitely fucked another man last night. It’s not like whether it was once or twice would make a.