I was starting to get good at this James Bond stuff I mused."Thanks," she said pulling the bottle in with her. If I was going to do it, it had to be n...ow, before she had time to turn around. So gently I grabbed the back and of the shower curtain getting my face very near it. Slowly and silently I pulled it toward me sliding my head around and down at the same time. First I could see a tanned foot and calf. Then a thigh and finally a very beautiful, very firm, very white ass. It was magical in. She smiled as he struggled for a second to climb out of his pants, which had fallen, and stared intently at his butt as he retrieved her clutch. When he came back to her, she grinned devilishly and grabbed his behind. ‘You have a cute ass, John.’ Smiling, he leaned into her, nuzzling her neck, and nipped her earlobe. ‘I want you to come again for me, baby,’ he murmured into her ear, rubbing himself in her wetness before sliding the head of his stiff cock inside of her. He gasped in surprise. “Darling, I think you are going to have to finish us off…” she said, groaning from the pleasure of me removing my fingers and running circles around her clit. “With pleasure” he said, wiping sweat from his brow. We were all wet, sweaty and ready to explode, it had been not only a sensual feast but a visual one as well and we couldn’t sustain it any longer. Lydia took Simons hand and guided him onto the floor, placing a pillow under his head. She motioned for me to straddle him and take his. Our discussion continued and I have written her a couple of notes since that have escalated such that they now form the basis for our immensely enjoyable sex sessions. One of these sessions took place two nights ago after I sent her a note during the day describing how I imagined her being subjugated by a stranger with a massive cock. By the time we got to bed (kids, dogs, dinner permitting), I noticed how very wet she already was and I inhaled the scent of her desire. She acted the dutiful.