I fingered her slowly until the tub was about 3/4th full. Then I just got up, turned off the tap and started to dry my hair.“What the -? Aren’t yo... going to finish me? You just left it hanging!” she asked in disbelief.“Well honey, that’s what the bed is for,” I replied as I lifted her out of the shower. I handed another towel to her and told her to dry her hair. She did what I told. Once she stepped out of the shower, I wrapped the both of us around in my towel and held her against a wall and. It was getting harder to talk as she was nearing both the story’s and her own climax. “She… she started fingering me as she licked and sucked on my lips. My hand moved to her head. I wanted to trap her there, push her inside me more. It felt so good, I didn't.. I didn't want it to end. That was my first time S-sir." she admitted before sighing with need. It was the most unique experience she had ever had. May groaned and whimpered that she needed to cum. The feeling was intense and. In short, it looked magical and Sasha was in love. She danced and ran for the creative splendor of its exotically smokey depths. Inside was even more wonder than Sasha could have dreamed for, beautiful rare bolts of cloth, oriental clothing and beads, and the most interesting and enticing crafts she had ever seen. Sasha’s friend Amy seemed almost afraid to touch anything and she knew they were both thinking that this was more like a museum than a craft fair booth. Should they even be in here?. There was a knock on the door. There hadn't been a buzz from the entry-phone down in the street, but that wasn't entirely surprising. The thing only worked when it felt like it. Loretta frowned, saved the current document and rotated the monitor so the screen faced away from the doorway."Who is it?" she asked cautiously. She checked in her desk drawer for her personal attack protection aerosol spray. She had no idea how it might work in a tiny office. It would probably disable both herself and.