I got up, forced myself to eat something to keep my strength up, then prepared for my date. I won’t bore you with the usual descriptions of removing...hair, or how sensuous it feels to put on nylons: those of us who’ve dressed already know, and those who haven’t need to find out for themselves.So what to wear? I think a little black dress, with black suede shoes, matching stockings, gold hoop earrings, and a velvet choker would do nicely. As the appointed hour approached, I began to relax; since. She was just about finished clearing off the dresser, so I walked over to it. She grabbed her jewelry box and set it on the floor right next to me. She backed up a little bit and her ass brushed my crotch ( Yeah, the thought of grabbing her hips and driving it home were very strong). I thought I would be able to move the dresser with the drawers in it, WRONG. I grabbed the first drawer and pulled it out. It was full of her cute sexy colorful bras. I never imagined my 68 year old MIL wearing. I was also still wet with juices, sticky and squishy. I pushed the end of the hose inside me, just a little and let the cold water flood my sex like some sort of super-sized douche, shivering as I sat on the tiles, but wanting to be as clean as possible too.I was almost finished when the door opened and the man entered. He was carrying a towel, I was glad to see, and I wondered if I dared speak with him. He had told me not to speak unless he gave me permission, but this was a new day, I. Sean was erect on arrival and—after some heavy petting and kissing—Sheila was sexually aroused enough to again take the teenager's penis into her now wet cunt. A bit more than twenty-four hours after losing his virginity, Sean was once again fucking Sheila, and she again had to bite on her hand as she orgasmed in case she cried out.Sean kept going for quite a while before he came hard inside Sheila, and they lay cuddling in post-sex relaxation for some minutes before Sean put his boxers back on.