“Maybe we could help each other out.” I replied while trying to hold back the excitement in my voice. I could feel my pussy juices start to drip d...wn the inside of my thigh as she started removing her clothing. She took the towel from me and said, “Mind if I borrow your shower?” I led her into the bathroom and as she stepped out of her jeans and into the shower she looked back over her shoulder and asked if I planned on joining her. Now – I’m all about getting all soapy together – but this. 'Passion nuts' it was called in her day. She wondered what it was called nowadays.Nevertheless, not a few of Jan's courtiers had tried to make her when her voluptuous blonde daughter had put them off. She realized that now, and she was flirtatiously pleased about it then.But of course in those days she hadn't been 'liberated' yet, so she hadn't appreciated how the full length of a strong young man's cock could send her into ecstatic raptures.Not that fingering oneself proved anything, of. Watching the two attractive young women strip off and hearing my wife pick up the conversation that may lead to her doing the same started my cock growing hard.“I will if you will,” I saidShe thought for a brief moment. “What the hell? These people will never see us again. But you’ll have to put Coppertone on my backside. I don’t want to get toasted buns.”I grinned. “Can I put Coppertone on your boobs?”“You know where that would lead,” she said. “I don’t think we’re allowed to have sex in. I could not help but notice that despite the ignominy of his current employment, he had fastidious fingernails and I have found by experience that it a primary indicator of one’s overall hygiene.In short, I could easily picture being on my knees in front of John looking up at his anticipated hardness and showing him that I was sincere in my promise to make him feel good.On the other hand, Raymond was sort of mystery in that he seemed to be in a world of his own only reflecting the magnetic.