You tell me to strip down its time to get wet.We take our clothes off and run laughing to the pool. We step down into the water, it feels so good on a... hot summer day. We float around letting the water spin us as it will. We're not even talking just reaching out and touching whatever is in reach when the water brings us together.The water pushes us together side by side. I roll over putting my knees on the bottom and move up over you. I stroke down your body with my hand, you skin glistening. "Oh, Jesus you're good at that," she hissed. I lowered my face to those breasts and began to lick and suck her sensitive nipples. I could feel her toes flicking as they scissored back and forth.One of my hands moved lower and found wetness. I was so amazed by the fact that Maddie and I, even at our age needed no artificial aids to have sex. Even though she was well beyond menopause, she still got wet without outside lubrication. And I didn't require any of those little blue pills to get or. But I couldn't get the thought of Pips tongue out of my mind. Even after seeing those photo's at Pauls I hadn't thought of Pip as a sexual object. He had been a family pet for a long while and that's what I thought of him as.Believe it or not thinking of Pips tongue licking my pussy was making me extremely wet. And my fingers pushed harder into my sopping wet cunt thinking about it. My love juice was running out of my cunt and down my fingers and hand, dripping onto my inner thighs and I could. Rick won’t know that I’m not wearing anything under the blanket I pulled around me before coming to the kitchen. He’ll think I’m watching him because I’m hungry. And I am, but it’s not an omelet that I’m hungry for – it’s Rick. Rick wears his pajama pants and nothing else while he cooks. I know there’s nothing underneath the pants because it’s morning, and Rick sleeps in the nude, and because the waist always slips down on his hip, exposing the concaved dip between Rick’s leg and his groin. A.