'I think I understand that. You're sort of solitary and self-contained and quite selfish, but generous too. That sounds silly, but it's the only way I... can put it.' She settled back in her chair and half closed her eyes. The room was warm and peaceful and we sat quietly, not feeling the need to speak, for nearly half an hour. Then she rose to her feet and bent over to get something from the pocket of her robe. Her ass was perfect and I could see a hint of her pussy lips in the shadowed valley. However the pressure of being such a prim, proper, perfect woman wore at her. She missed the carefree days of her youth, where she could make mistakes and just be herself. Sherri knew that other guys checked her out, and it flattered her, but it also frustrated her. Her husband, when he wasn’t on a business trip, was at work late. When he was home, his mind was still at work. Sex was almost non-existent, something saved only for the rare vacations they took. Sherri was reduced to pleasuring. I stood and reached past her sex to soap her sides. I encircled her my arms and stroked the lather onto her back. I looked up and her face was turned up and into the spray. Her long blonde hair fell down from her head, streaming with water. I washed her shoulders and arms, my fingers pressing a little harder into her flesh. Then using only my fingertips, I stroked soap up her neck and onto the sides of her face. She turned her face to me and gave me a sultry smile.Filling my hands with lather,. He was paying attention to going around him and so I just ran full speak ahead into the woods and as he was so flustered I was able catch him before he was done pulling his pants up. He was so fucking scared and I know he was thinking the worst. I simply walked up to him and as he was trying to come up with something to say I got on my knees and pulled his cock back out. I looked up at him and he was still white in the face and I said look over there and I pointed to my go pro and told him I.