Beautifully wet, she began to wash herself all over, soaping her breasts, down to her tummy, upper thighs and around her bottom. She did not rush, nor... did she attempt to hide anything. I now began to appraise her body, her curves her womanhood, her hand cupping her self leaving a trail of suds along her pussy lips, the awesome femininity that always captures me and draws me to her like a moth to a flame. Right now I wanted her like the urge to breathe after holding my breath for what seemed an. It's our bodies' turn." And when the roads clear?" Then I'm back to being Stan's wife, and loving it. And you're on the train back to your New York second bachelorhood." Only with fresher memories." Yeah," she grinned. "Meanwhile, time to get up and eat. And shower—there's still hot water in the tank enough for at least one shower..." ... If we share," I said, completing the thought.We scrambled out of bed, let the shower warm up, and lathered and cleaned every inch of one another. We almost. Both quickly put their binoculars down blushing furiously. It took ten minutes for him to look in her direction and when he did it looked like she was looking at him with her binoculars again. He picked his up and sure enough she was. She gave him a small wave, as shy a hello as anyone has ever given. He screwed up all his courage and waved back. Both put down their binoculars and finished their lunch. They waved goodbye to each other and returned to work wearing smiles. The next day each. 'You have so many pairs', he queries as he handles each one with a tenderness and the reverence they deserve since they were next to my skin.I try to be adult with him, encourage him to be likewise and not make me feel guilty because my brain want's to sexually abuse him, but as long as my needs are in my brain, I'm safe and can continue the think dirty little thoughts about his u******e cock in my mouth.'God that thought makes me fucking wet'.'Why do you have so many pairs', he asks me as I.