She started begging her orgasm to come and the thought of having to ask for it drove her wilder still. She did everything she possibly could to entice...the orgasm to finally succumb to her desires. She moved her hips violently and she now had three fingers in her tight, wet pussy. The showerhead was almost touching her skin at this point and her knees were starting to ache from all the "squats". For the first time in her life she found herself moaning uncontrollably, those dirty little sex sighs. Her instinct/suspicion is that my prolonged glance was no accident; that this "stranger" sitting at the bar was just checking her glorious ass out. Your wife's suspicions were further confirmed when she observed the rubenesque physique of the woman sitting next to him at the bar, likely his own wife and clearly his preference in women was just that.I immediately realize my fault, and snap myself around to face my wife as she nudges me, telling me she is ready to hit the beach and says she'll. Sipping the vodka and Coke John had got me from the bar I tried to act casually by asking Sophie about her plans for next weekend. That was what she’d been talking about, wasn’t it? It was hard to concentrate when I was so acutely aware of the arm hooked round me. A warm glow washed through me at the mere thought. Until last week when he’d asked if I was going to tonight’s concert I didn’t think he really realised I existed and now I was sitting pressed against him and feeling awfully aroused.. Sgt. Ballerton again thought about the forethought that Greg and his brother had done, in order to survive winters in this mountain home of theirs. It was only the extra people here that was straining the resources of the house.Winter was definitely setting in. It was colder, and snow, natural snow, not the freak of nature snow that had fallen before, was starting to fall. Sgt. Ballerton thought back to his recon. It was just as well that he had done that. He had gone, looked the situation.