I take my right hand and go right between her legs and start rubbing her clit. she lets out a OMG Ben, you can't. not here, someone will see. I didn't... care. I had been thinking about this for too long. I just kept rubbing her clit. she moaned, now squeezing her legs together as if to invite me to go harder. I started to rub faster. she started to breathe heavier. I knew I could make her cum. I started to tell her, you gonna cum Ann? she said I can't believe we're doing this! I stick two. She began at my sweat covered brow and stopped at my navel with one cloth , then used a fresh one to clean all around my happy cock and groin area. Drying everything throughly she returned the stuff to the rest room and came back. Donna raided my mini fridge for a bottled water and ice cubes. She fixed my favorite Jack Daniels double over ice and we sat and glowed in the aftermath of our quickie. I decided to lay my idea out to her before talking with Sandra, sorta to feel out what a womans. That evening Ann fixed dinner for both my wife and I. Fil thoroughly enjoyed both the meal and conversation afterward. She had been reading our past life history book. She was coming to appreciate just how much love permeated the functioning of our spiritual family. At one point my wife said: ‘Matt dear, at various times you have talked and written about the universality of love and I thought: ‘Yeah sure, what a crock,’ well I wasn’t getting it but now I do get it. I also am coming to. Firstly there isn’t enough time, and more importantly, it is fucking cold in here!” She nodded and said “well, you can’t just tease me and leave me to suffer, at least give me something for my trouble of finding a place without a camera.” I gestured for her to come farther into the cooler, and go behind a tall pallet full of boxes, the sight of her walking around the pallet was funny, her dress clutched tightly around her waist and her fine ass jiggling in the cold air, covered with goose.