Go get my sweatshirt from the trunk! I won’t look too professional when we get back but it’s better than looking like this!”I pulled off and tur...ned off the dome light. I unbuckled my belt and pulled off my ruined blouse and threw it to Danny.“Here, big boy. Use this to clean your cum off of my window.”As he started wiping and smiling dreamily I unhooked my ruined bra and pulled it off and threw it out the car window.Melanie got back in the car and I offered my hand to take my shirt but she. "Oh shit is right. When she was completely naked, she just stood there on the bank for a few minutes. I kept trying to talk her into getting dressed, but she just ignored me. Finally, as she started into the water, she told me she'd like to wash me and she'd like for me to wash her." What did you do?" I waited until she was in the water almost as far as I was and I got out of there as quickly as I could. I grabbed up my clothes and boots and ran off about a hundred yards before I stopped to put. "Ann looked surprised. "You mean you tell her about your dates?" Well, yes. I'll hear all about her date with Wilson too." ALL about them?" Yes, she asked me to, and I don't mind. I call her and send long emails." I skipped telling Ann about the others on my expanding email distribution list.Ann asked haltingly, "But ... I don't know how to ask this ... aren't you ... sexually engaged on some of your dates? I mean you're a hunky and vital man ... and ... well, you know." While she'd hesitated a. All that was left to do was to fill in the time and that was no problem at all. Between swimming, Judo, motorcycle training and maintenance (Mike having pointed out that if Abigail was serious about riding a classic bike rather than a modern one she needed to know how to deal with several regularly occurring problems) study, days out and local walks ... and of course exploring each other, they had plenty to keep them occupied.The Fergusons left for Scotland Saturday morning. Abigail and Mike.