I’m not expecting company. I’m just doing this for me. I drain the tub and blow out the candles, then I wrap myself in a fluffy towel and head dow... the hall to my room.Perching on my bed, I drop the towel, luxuriating in the feeling of the cool air on my heated skin. I smooth body butter into my arms and massage a little onto my breasts. I lie back and stretch my toes up towards the ceiling as I knead the rich moisturizer into my legs.When I sit back up, I untie my long dark hair and brush it. I wanted him to come into the room. The cock sucking made me want to do more, especially something to his ass.He said it cost too much for that.He put some of his stuff near my eye, so I carefully wiped it away and looked for the next guy. I didn't have to wait too long. This guy, who looked like a college professor, was just pulling out of Judy's puss. His cock, not so big, was all shiny and wet, slurpy and sloppy and jizzy and cummy:"Can I suck that, please? It looks nice..''. I used to lay. Before I could react, though, her hands were on my cock, or rather undoing my jeans, and suddenly I remembered what I had forgotten all morning. How incredibly embarrassing! As she pulled off my jeans she laughed a little bit, playfully pulling at the pair of her panties that I was wearing, and letting the elastic snap back. "I hadn't even missed those," she said. "I guess you are pretty good at stealing your mother's panties."She pulled the covers back, took off my shoes and socks, and then. Monica reads of her little notepad,"Stephanie my love, 38,28,37.All the salads and fresh veggies caused youto loose an inch off your waist even! And look at you! I'm very proud.You're amazingly sexy! Such a lovely feminine woman I have here! Yourbreasts are beautiful, my love" leaning to kiss Stephanie tenderly."Thirty-eight? I've thought my bras were getting a tiny bit snug. I thinkwe're in need of a trip down to "Lacy Dreams". New bras also mean newpanties too! A real lady only wears lingerie.