She handed him a bar of soap and a washcloth and told him "As long as your going to look, you may as well wash what your looking at ". She smiled and ...ave him a quick kiss on the lips. They both took the next several minutes to explore one anothers bodies. Ned used the washcloth to slowly soap Jennifer. He started at her shoulders and worked his way down to her beautiful breasts, washing one slowly, then the other, paying extra attention to her hard pink nipples, his fingers pinching them. I glanced around the store noting that we were the only people there except for the clerk behind the counter, an older, heavyset black man who looked bored as he handed my husband the tokens but when my husband turned around the clerk looked at me and gave me a little smile and wink. I quickly looked away and followed my husband through the curtain into the booth area.We walked down the one aisle until we came to some booths we knew had glory holes and I went in mine and my husband went in his.. ..Rec lot...Irving Park Rd...Chicago lakefront bike pathThe event that actually changed my life began when I needed to piss about 6:30pm while on my bikeride. Tightfitting bike shorts were worn because of the padding in the ass area. But had I worn a pair of shorts with a zipper, none of this would have happened. Had I not worn a zippered tight biker shirt with my 48D tits showing, this might not have happened. But, it also was extremely hot and to be zipped up would have been ridiculous. 95. She was smart enough from her days in the novitiate to understand it was a certain air of companionship acquired through nocturnal entanglements of a sort seldom viewed by the opposite sex because of the intimacy of feminine sensual sensitivities. She had almost fallen into just such an arrangement with a pretty young thing from the country but came to her senses and went for her penance and confessed her faults with a rapidly beating pulse and true contrition in her heart.The two women were.