Mistress picked out a trail for us to ride, and said we would be going on a 5 mile trip through San Francisco.The bikes actually moved up and down and...peddling got harder and easier as we went up and down hill giving a very realistic feeling of actually being on the road we were traveling.The first 2 miles weren't so bad, but as we went higher into the hills it became much harder to peddle and the dildo moving in and out of my ass was really making my ass sore.We finally finished the bike ride. After a glass of wine and some cheese, I took the soap and started to wash your body, wow, it felt so good to run my hands all over your body. After washing your entire body you started washing mine. We were both careful to wash but not stimulate each others private parts, lest this turn into a quick fuck in a Jacuzzi (which can be kind of nice, but just not part of this dream). It had been more than 25 years since I had seen or touched another naked woman other than my wife, in real life. A thought occurred to me and I started to laugh. I actually laughed so much I was sick once again. Those dark thoughts took hold of a weakened mind. My heart had its own battles to fight and couldn’t help as those dark thoughts took hold, and I just knew that this was my life now. This was the day trust had died, and the person who killed it was the woman I had loved so very much for the last thirteen years. Again that thought stabbed at me, and I wondered at how I could even think so badly of. Bonnie was standing behind it hidden from any neighbor's prying eyes. This time there was no pretense of working on the storage area. Bonnie closed the door and I could finally see that she was wearing her short silky robe/ It came down to about the middle of her thighs and it was open. I could see her nipples trying to pole holes in the delecate fabric. I could also see her freshly trimmed pussy. It was already wet. It glistened in the sun. Her pussy lips were open like a beautiful.