He knows she fools around and she knows he does. He said they just keep it all to themselves.” The doorbell rang again but it was a group of three g...rls (young women!) and Frankie’s shoulders dropped again.“Okay. It isn’t up to me to judge you or them. I just wanted you to know how I felt. But I don’t plan to stay very long. It’s too noisy, for one thing. And the music is really not my style, either. Like I said, I came here to relax. This doesn’t relax me.”“I can see that.” She looped her arm. With my new short doo it went easily over my head, and I didn't have to worry about snags, like before. As soon as he saw my breasts he kissed my lips and pushed me back on the bed filling each hand with boob. He was so sexy. After a few light kisses he moved his lips to my nipples giving each gentle kisses just enough to sensitize the erectile tips. He sat back and reached for the snap on my skirt. I lifted my butt and he slid it off, leaving me only in my panty. I smiled as sexy as I could. The medical staff would look at her tomorrow.After finally clearing away the remaining mess, it was time to go home.The bath water was a welcome relief, easing tight sore muscles, draining tension away slowly. The soothing soaking eased the day into oblivion. She got out, put on her silk bathrobe and lay down.She could feel odd thoughts in her head. The college kid in the apartment next door was thinking about sex. Images of breasts and naked women began to fill her head.The young man was. ” We rushed through the warehouse which was a maze of crates, planks, rods, among other things. Sybil led me to what was the very back. No one was ever here apart from Sybil, because she was the only one who knew about it. She told me it was her little quiet spot and she would come back here sometimes when she wanted a break. There was a couch and a desk with a picture of church on top of it. Sybil’s spot was indeed well hidden in the warehouse maze, surrounded by many wooden crates. Sybil.