” He grinned, lightly caressing his hands back and forth over her round, soft, perfectly-sized tits. His fingers repeatedly raked across her pert ni...pples. “I look forward to proving you wrong, pretty girl,” he teased, one hand descending down her body and around. “But you’re the one who hopped up here." He gave her ass a playful slap, his hand remaining there to squeeze firmly as well. “So show me what you’ve got first, cutie.”He leaned forward, his hand slipping under her thigh and squeezing,. I had so many mixed emotions about what I had witnessed I couldn’t keep them in any longer. I won’t go into all the details of what happened as they aren’t erotic. But there was some arguing, crying and hugging, a lot of confusion and she agreed we needed some counselling for our marriage to move forward. I knew I wouldn’t divorce my wife for her infidelity once I had received counselling and confronted her. The counselling was more to help me understand why I wanted to see my wife being. We packed up the backpack and strolled down to the beach and all mistress could talk about was paddling my bare ass ass making me timidly submissive for the inevitable. Mistress figured that if anyone spotted us they would figure I was only getting a paddling that I deserved. Walking down the path to the beach we went to our favorite spot near some wild cane blowing in the wind. Anyone on the Cliffs or coming down the trail could easily see mistress blistering my butt with her favorite. It was the sound of the voice that captivated him. Art was the name on his nametag. His musical tone and accent sounded West African. He was not as tall as Ben, but much stockier. At first Terry thought he was fat, but as he squeezed into the doorway to let a family pass. Terry realized it was only a loose shirt. While Terry stammered out an affirmative to the lunch request, he looked closer at the young man. The shirt was a necessity to fit his oversize chest and arms. Art crossed his arms and.