She got on the bed on her back, I d****d a towel over her chest and hips, tucked the towel into the bottom of her shorts and began to massage her thig...hs. Chatting always helps the sessions to go quicker, and the conversation really began to flow. I wasn't sure if she was being flirtatious or not, but I tried to strike a good balance of professional and friendly. When I began to massage the tops of her thighs, she found it very different to concentrate on chatting. I wasn't sure if she was. Or the time I wrote her an erotic story, and she ended up reading it while alone, out in a field in a park, and ended up masturbating out in the open, reading my words to her. And then she wrote back to me. Wondering if...Wondering if I was as hard writing to her, as she was wet reading what I wrote to her. Yes, I guess I was. No. I definitely was.But I was married. End of that fantasy. Another case of blue balls.Back to dinner. We went out for dinner and sat across from each other in a booth.. " OK, what's next? What's the first step we do?" Kathy asked."We'll first I'm waiting for her to break up with Brad. I don't think it'll take too long before he reverts back to being his normal jerk self." Mike said."Well, your waiting is over. While we were at George Johnson's party last Friday, Brad was being his normal self, bragging to his buddies and basically ignoring her. After a while of this, she just exploded and told him to Fuck Off! She was just fed up with him treating her like a. The boys pulled their pants up without saying anything, and we rowed back to our camp.We cooked some of the fish, and had an early lunch, since we had gotten up so early. Then we sat around talking until the sun was high in the sky at noon, when the boys decided to go swimming.That little lake is spring fed with a sand bottom, and the water is clear and cool. The boys went into the tent for a moment, and then came out, running the fifty feet to the shoreline. They were as naked as jaybirds, and.