I go back to the start of the line and once again I turn around and bend over in front of the guy touching my toes so my ass is pointed straight up, m...y pink satin bikini panties stretch against my butt cheeks, and my wet spot is even more noticeable as my wet spot on my panties has grown very large. I turn my head and look back and say yes you can touch, I feel the hands on my ass cheeks and I wiggle my butt a bit. I then say why don't you touch the crotch of my panties and feel how wet your. Obviously after over 25 years with him she was devastated. She and I have often flirted and there has always been some sexual spark between us. As she had put in divorce papers and was upset my wife invited her up to ours for a week. They stayed with her at the coast and as she doesn't drive brought her to our home for a week. During the week, she started to confide in me, about her lack of sex and how she and her ex had a very satisfying sex life, and she missed a man in her life. At the end. Nelson grabbed at a towel and clutched it to his chest, covering the bare breasts as he turned to the door. Sunlight streamed through the narrow opening, interrupted twice as figures stepped into the small locker room. Nelson felt himself shrinking into a corner between lockers as his subconscious sought to hide him from this shameful transformation.Anya spotted him first; the old woman had peered first into the showers. "Mr. Davis, we were waiting for you." She stifled a giggle; at least this. "This is the cargo deck," Constance explained. "As you can see, it is full of supplies right now—and your fighter."Marsh Hare, my fighter, took up the forward third of the cargo deck. There were standard shipping containers, palletized goods, and some machinery strapped to the deck by cargo nets. The back area was docking for two standard Consortium gigs, little Class 20 spacecraft. An open sky truck was at the stern end of the cargo bay."Let's go inside a gig," Solace suggested. "We have one.