A kiss on the cheek, a parting smile, and she slipped away.Rear doors opened. Two women climbed in. An older blonde who looks like Ann Margaret slid i...nto the passenger side. She was mature and sensuous with hazel eyes that blazed with emerald fire. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. I caught the distinctive musk of sex on her breath. “So Bart, how did you like fucking my daughter?” “Almost as much as I like fucking you, you nasty bitch.”I reached backward, and -- with the strength. It wasn't too large, so her knees and tits were still visible as she sat. He licked his lips and watched her hands soap up those big tits and really give them a scrubbing. Her nipples stuck out like bright red strawberries. Then she rinsed. Jack loved wet tits. There was something about the full, shiny-smooth mounds dripping water that really turned him on.He saw her arms drop between her thighs and start working. He couldn't see anything but the movements of her upper arms and the flexing of. ‘Are you okay, Veronica?’ She half-turned her head, raised her eyebrows and, with the cup poised at her lips, said: ‘Hmm, why do you ask?’ ‘Well, you seem a bit restless. Something bothering you?’ She drank some tea, leaving a trace of red lipstick on the china, and settled the cup back on the saucer, which she held in her lap. She looked down for a few seconds and said: ‘You know me very well, Richard, perhaps too well.’ And she looked into my face, eyes searching and appraising. ‘Yes,. I told Beth where I was headed and asked her to make sure the girls brought back the cooler then I said goodbye to Jen and walked back to the cottage.Inside the three bedroom cottage I went directly into the master bathroom and turned on the water in the shower and while it was warming up I used the commode then still wearing my swimsuit I stepped into the shower stall and pulled the glass door closed. I had just lathered up my hair with shampoo and my eyes were tightly shut when I heard the.