I closed my eyes and he moved his body slightly, bringing his lips to my already erect nipples. He handled me as though I was made of fragile glass h... could not risk breaking. With tenderness I had never experienced before, he rubbed my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, then quickly circled them with his tongue, finally sucking them softly. He paid so much attention to my sensitive breasts that I thought I was going to cum from that alone. Still working on my breasts, his hand trailed. Instead of showering, we went skinny-dipping in her pool, took an outdoor shower, dried off, dressed, and then went to a restaurant in a new shopping center for dinner. Afterwards, we came home and made love again. We spent the night locked in each other’s arms.Sunday, we tried to duplicate Saturday, except instead of splitting up for the afternoon, we drove down to Siesta Key Beach and acted as beach bums for the afternoon. Pam was dressed in a micro-bikini that I was sure would draw police. She gave me a seductive smile, and dropped her skirt to the floor. She stood before me, completely naked. My eyes took in the view. I let my gaze wander from her perk boobs, and travel down her flat stomach, and came to rest on her pussy. She was clean shaven, and clearly dripping wet. By now my dick was straining to get out, begging to be free. Jen’s eyes were fixed on my crotch. ‘Well, you going to let it out of what?’I clawed at my clothes, just about tearing them in an effort to get them. In front of it were two black old sofas and a tiny table with matches, newspaper... Logs and logs of dry wood rested on the left and in a box more newspapers and splinters, bits of wood, all he needed to make a fire the size of a burning heart. He took his drenched heavy traditional coat, the so called samarra, hanging it on a chair by the first table where his hat found rest too. The wool old green jumper slightly wet, so he took it out and hanged it in another chair. The wool trousers thick.