She was wearing a short skirt, garters below the skirt and knee high boots. She just stared at me and with out saying a word she bumped me again. I fe...t something different something firm and it moved it was very intriguing. I kept looking at her and without saying a word I couldn't move, I wanted to say something and I couldn't. She slowly put her arm around my waist and she slowly rub her crotch on my leg. I was frozen standing there looking at this gorgeous women twerking on me. I could feel. This was bad! I was cleaning up, picking up beach towels, when Lindsey peaked her head out and asked. "Mr Anderson, where do you keep the dish soap?" "You don't have to do that sweetie." I replied but she insisted. I reluctantly agreed to let her help. I finished up out side probably just a bit too quickly. When I went inside, Lindsey was at my kitchen sink scrubbing a plate, and her bathing suit and rode up just a bit, showing the bottom of two fantastic cheeks. I don't know why she removed. We had rented a holiday cottage in Devon, next door to a widowed man, let’s call him Maurice, who lived there permanently. Maurice was definitely in his 70s but tall and lean, well sun tanned, we got chatting over the fence and became quite friendly. After about five nights of the holiday my ex said to me that she found him quite attractive, a statement that aroused my interest immediately. To cut what would be a very long story a little shorter, I devised a game where I said she should check. No big deal I'm sure it a coworker she said well today she came by around 11 and said she had very important meeting to get to could I keep till she got back shouldn't be any later than4 pm . I said gladly well around 5:30 this afternoon I hadn't heard from her and tried calling her she said she be here as soon as you could and I think she thought she hung up but didn't. Mr Mark your wife was cheating on you and I'm sorry to be the one to tell you. I said wait here listen out for boys I be.