She rode wave after wave of it as she gave him everything she could in the safe haven of the pale moonlight that drifted through the small window in t...eir room. *** Daniel thought for several minutes that it was a dream. Another of his torturous dreams. His wife close, so fucking close, but always just out of reach. When she slowly dropped his shirt from her lush curves, he had thought he would explode. The moon cast a hypnotic spell about her, about it all. Half dream, half reality, all. She rubbed scented lotion over her entire body, smoothingit into her skin and imagining his hands. She brushed her hair, letting itflow loose down her back. She dressed in a pair of black stretch pants and a V-neck sweater, loosebut sticking to her curves. She didn't want any of her clothing to leave amark on her skin, yet she wanted every other person at the Club to look athim with envy. He picked her up at 9. She slid into the car, expecting some comment, buthe made none. She looked around. She tried not to look at herself in the mirror as she put on the horrible quarter-cup bra her husband had picked out. It was outrageous.Her breasts were mellon-sized; not huge, but still gravity-defying for their size. Secretly she was thankful that she did not have any sag; like many of the women she knew. She tried not to focus on her long pink coral colored nipples that peeked over the top of the top of her bra. She didn't really need the garment except, perhaps for propriety.She sat down on. Next day we had planned a trip to nearby waterfall and as we all got wet I could see the curves of both my beauties. Let me tell you about their stats. shari chechi was healthy and had great boobs and ass. stats 36-28-36. Her boobs and ass were to die for.Shipra was a bit thinner than chechi with 34-26-34. Both were about 5.4’. I could clear see shari chechi’s nipples as she was wearing a see through churidar. Shipra was also flaunting her contours well.On way back me chechi and shipra were.