As many times as you can," she said. I began to masturbate directly over her, and she lifted her pantyhose-covered legs to rub my thighs. "Rub Connie'... slip with you dick," she said. The slippery feeling of the slip sliding over her pantyhose was incredible. "You were masturbating with your dildo last night," I said to her. She laughed and said, "Lucky you, mister...I was nice an wet for you, wasn't I?" She reached over to the nightstand and produced a tube. She rubbed what looked like lotion. Steam began to gather as the water reached the perfect temperature and she pulled her hair up into a bun, pinning it on top of her head. She reached out her hand and allowed the water to hit her palm, testing the temperature and stepped forward. The hot water hit her and she closed her eyes, splashing her face, rubbing away the salt from her sweat. She reached for her shower gel and squeezed the bottle, rubbing the silky liquid between her fingers, the fresh smell of strawberries overtaking the. She may have felt it was time to make another small concession, and allow it, but she still didn’t willingly let me French kiss her. I smiled evilly she wouldn’t be escaping this time with her feeble efforts.She was alone with him when he started playing his games with her, they had been alone before and he had never gone too far, always stopping when she asked him to.But this time when they were alone again, it was different, he was being far more aggressive, she couldn’t seem to fight him. It was my wife. I saw the man she was with turn and kiss her as he sat down in the booth beside her and I saw her turn her face so that their lips met. Suddenly it was clear to me why no one was answering the phone at the house. Mae couldn't because she wasn't there and because she was here that meant one of the kids couldn't because Mae had parked them someplace. I wondered if this was what happened every time I had a business trip.Mae was facing away from me when Dale and I got up to leave so.