On those fateful occasions, our lovemaking was rich, inventive and wonderful. I may sound silly to you, but I formed the habit of dressing as if today...would be that day. No longer did tattered and worn old panties remain in my panty drawer forever. They were cast out at the first sign of deterioration. Only one exception will probably always remain securely tucked away; The pair of simple yellow panties that I wore the first time Mark slipped his hand under my dress to find them; those will. Then we worked down and got laid in the end. We showered and got dressed to meet Marc and Judy.Today we would go diving. After some instructions we were off to sea. Incredible what you'll see in such clear water. All those kinds of fish I've never seen before, I just can't believe the sight of them. Under the water we collected some sea treasures for souvenirs. Time flies when you're having fun, so also this experience ended too soon. We returned the diving gear and went to the beach to get. Both hands well above the knee, he slides them to the back of her legs and continues up until he feels the softness of her gorgeous ass with his index fingers. A gentle squeeze and he pulls her closer, taking a deep slow sniff as he slides his hands around to let his fingers begin to feel the hem of her shorts right at the crotch. The light aroma of baby powder lets him know that she is very attentive to soft moistness in her silky panties."I don't feel the bump yet, am I getting close?" "Slide. I smiled awkwardly. Then Victoria said to me in Russian (I'll translate here and for the rest of this confession)."It's ok, I have things to do. Tell Tanya I'll call her".That made me feel like a rat. I insisted on taking her out and told her it would be a pleasure and great chance to get to know her a bit. I told her I liked her but language was a barrier between us. That softened her and she smiled.We went to the metro and got off near to the cafe. She went first up the escalator. I have this.