Brad and Cathy, Part 2
With Brad snoring away . . .
With Brad snoring away, Cathy stepped into her shorts, no panties, and a t-shirt. I pulled on my cold, wet swimsuit. We crept out of their room and walked down the hall to mine. As soon as the door was closed, I shed the wet clammy suit and grabbed a towel to dry off and cover my inevitable shrinkage. Cathy just laughed and sat on the bed. We had a few moments of embarrassing silence. We had talked some in the hot tub and...