He was right. There was quite a nice calm inlet and Maren ran straight into the water. I felt something churning inside from my past, a feeling of hun...ting, and followed closely behind. I didn't want her to get in too far at first, so I grabbed her waist, "Hold on, not so fast!"She giggled and turned to me. I wasn't quite sure what she thought I had in mind, so I explained that she should get used to the water first, by walking in the deep parts and getting used to being in the water and. My thumb would circle her growing pearl, while again she would pause her concerns and distractions, cry out and fall into my lap. I'd feel her convulse and tremble and feel her falling into complete submission to her wants, submitting to the will of her fires and my insatiable ravaging of her every delectable inch. The tip of my cock would invariably find a merger with her pink starfish pucker, and her hips would involuntarily buck back into my own, as she would cry and beg for relief. I gladly. I removed her t-shirt and she started unbuttoning my shirt and she removed my shorts too. I was in my underwear and she was in her bra and shorts.She was looking like a goddess of sex in that red bra and blue jeans shorts. I was licking her cleavage and she was rubbing my cock from inside my underwear. She removed my underwear and I was fully nude now. We both were now fully turned on. I took her in my hands and we both came out from the bed.She stood by the wall and I started kissing behind. She didn't look a day over forty and she knew it.Pam had left for work. Maggie had just showered and dropped the towel on the floor. Poor Pam. So shy and withdrawn. Only able to attract a jerk like Chuck. Poor child.Still naked, her generous tits spilling down, Maggie dabbed perfume between her thighs and over her thick bush. Even though she pretended to mourn her dead husband she didn't really miss him. She had more men than she knew what to do with.Except that today she had no plans and she.