"Sorry," he muttered as he slipped from me.I turned round and smiled at Dave. "You had better come here and finish what he started," I said to him. ..."Don't be shy."Dave came forward tentatively. I reached out and took his hand, pulling him close and kissing him. Dave took the hint, and his hand slipped between my thighs, his finger slipping between my sticky lips and stroking between them along the side of my clit. Wow, that felt fantastic. I parted my thighs as Dave expertly caressed my. He looked up and stared. She was wrapped in a towel that wasn’t up to the task of covering her whole body. Another towel was wrapped around her hair, which was piled up on top of her head.“We can talk, now,” she said. “But not in here.” She glanced at the windows. The curtains were open and people could see in.He followed her to her bedroom, where she sat on the edge of the bed.“Do you remember what I said before I was ... injured?” she asked, without preamble.Bobby had thought about that a. There were the outdoor barbecues, the ball games, movies at the mall and concerts in the park, with Kim paying as much, if not more, attention to me than to Alex. That she liked me, a lot, was obvious, and if Alex was uncomfortable with his wife's behavior, the way she flattered me at every chance and hung on my every word, he never said anything to me. On the contrary, I got the distinct impression that he was thrilled by how well Kim and I seemed to be getting along.And then it all came to a. We each had our own beds, of course, but wait....anyways, she had been giving me the flirty, hungry eyes and look all day, and was checking me out in the room before we went to bed, which made me very uncomfortable. She asked me to wear some very tight short-shorts and nothing else to bed, with me protesting at first. I am, in real life, very conscious and ashamed of my legs...they are long, very skinny, and covered with a never-ending jungle of hair (I now shave them smooth)...yet I did what.