She sighed contentedly as goose bumps began to rise all over her creamy skin. She breathed in deeply, letting the tropical scent seep into her lungs. ...fter a few minutes of comforting relaxation she sat up against the wall of the tub and lathered up her loufa with her favorite body wash. As she began to slowly rub the soft sponge over her skin she couldn’t help but think about how wonderful it would be to have someone to share this moment with. As she continued to cleanse her skin her thoughts. Iris' attitude towards such a stringent policy was mixed. There was a very high death rate from White Death. Barely one in twenty victims survived once infected. Although she had a great deal of sympathy towards the victims of the plague and, of course, their family and friends, she was secretly pleased to see them dragged off to a place where they were less likely to pass on the disease.On the whole, it was actually rather boring to live in the midst of the White Death. Because they were. Let's go over to Aunt Clara's where we can talk."Naked, she and Jack crept down the stairway. The house was filled with bouncing, naked teenager dancing together, beer cans and stale pizza plates were everywhere. Rachel and Aunt Clara were huddled in the kitchen, nude, each with a hand around some boy's cock.She didn't want Jack in the hands of some drunken whores."Aunt Clara has a collection of the best X-rated movies in town," she told the starry-eyed Jack as they entered the house next. We saw him in the pool later that week , I was laying out and Dianne went to the poolbar. I saw Dianne talking to the guy, I just laid back and waited for my wife. Dianne came back and I asked her what took so long. She then told me whar happened. That she went to the poolbar, she was standing waiting to order a drink and our old guy neighbor swam up behind her, held her hips and pushed his body up against her, Dianne said his cock rubbed her wet ass really hard, she said she was suprised a.