“Do you want a beer?” I asked.“Sure,” she replied, still leaning on the balcony railing and looking out over the open area that lead to the po...ol.I sat my cigar down in the ashtray and stepped back into my apartment. I grabbed a couple of beers from the icebox. Stepping back on the patio, I noticed she had shed the towel and had laid it over the railing. Her bikini barely covered her bubble butt and was wedged tightly into the crack of sweet ass. In her left hand, she held my cigar.“Nice gar,”. You wore a sweater that was off your shoulders so I could tell you weren’t wearing a bra. It was sometimes distracting, as were the few times that you touched my arm as we talked to emphasize a point.I asked if I could walk you home and you said yes. We got down to the street and I put my arm through yours and we started down the sidewalk. I thought I had a few blocks to continue the conversation but almost immediately you turned and said, “this is me” in front of a door to a small building.. I allow the liquid to slowly drip through my fingers onto both perfect breasts. At last, I gently use my fingers to scrub the dirt and mud away. It takes two hands to cup each one. I take my time, enjoying the feel, the weight in my hands. Only the thought of moving lower causes me to stop. I use a washcloth to wipe the last traces of dirt away. After several long minutes, I regretfully cover her with a towel.I can’t slide the remains of her outfit down her injured legs, so I need to cut the. He obliged placing one finger into my dry vagina to lubricate it. Finally his kisses and his finger got me the wetness I needed. ‘Oh my god, Doug, you feel good!’ I burst out as his cock went in as deep as it could go. It felt okay, but guilt struck me knowing how much better Russ felt fucking me earlier. The guilt lasted only for a few moments when my hubby came quickly. I could only fake an orgasm. He held out longer than usual but still he didn’t please me sexually. I knew I needed much more.