Pressing gentle kisses along her neck he caressed her stomach and arms, gently rubbing them soothingly. Taking her he laid her on her stomach and grab...ed a bottle off the shelf pouring an amount of an oily liquid that smelled like deep forest mint. Charlotte moaned softly as stormy massaged her sore back with the forest mint, she found the sent soothing as it reminded her of her home in the village. "Hmmm master that feels good" she muttered and purred deeply.sometime later stormy smiled as he. At first I was careful not to go too high, staying at least 3 or 4 inches from the hem of her bathing suit. She was lying back, her head resting against the edge of the tub, her mouth slightly open. One of the straps of her suit had fallen off her shoulder - it was an old suit, stretched from years of concealing her lovely bust. As the current created by the jets moved past, the water was gently tugging on the strap, revealing more and more of her left breast in the full light from next door.. There’s were not the only cries, though. Claire’s cries also filled the room from a string of orgasms. She had played no active part in the silent, psychological, battle that goes on between the lover and the cuckold. Like most other wives, she just closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure that her lover was giving her while her husband looked on. For a short while the room fell back into silence, except for the sound of heavy breathing. Neil was slumped in his chair while Claire and Karl lay. Shirt. Shorts. I was pretty fit then. It was probably a decent show. I stretched my naked body over her, dragging first my lips, then my fingers, then my cock over the smooth satin of her dress and the firm flesh underneath. I held her to me, recovering the feeling of the dance floor.After an unknown number of minutes of necking and fondling, I fed my pre-cum covered cock to Lisa as I stood beside the bed. The gown was now around her waist. I cradled her face and breasts as I moved gently.