She proceeded to chat up a storm and made no effort to hide her nakedness. I was getting an eyeful of her beaver, her tits, and ass. My cock had grown...pretty hard. Then as she was talking she would look down at my crotch. I am not sure as to why, I figured she would get mad if she noticed my boner. Then she said "Oh my look what I have done, how rude of me. Allow me to correct as a good hostess." I had no idea what the hell she was talking about. Alice stood up and took the towel off the chair. Linda headed back into the salon where all the girls had left therestroom and were standing just inside the salon. Rosie, the blonde girlwho had been first to greet Luke, was again the first to break thesilence."Did you see his hair? That was hair any girl would die for!"Luke found his Mum in the kitchen preparing the dinner. As soon as hehad arrived home he had gone to his bedroom, taken off the male clotheshe had been wearing for his trip into town, and looked to find somethingto wear in his. It was much larger than any butt plug that her mother had ever put into her. The object seemed to expand once past her anal entrance. She could feel it being tugged first one way and then the next. It was then quickly withdrawn, scr****g somewhat on its way out."Looks like you need an enema girl." Sasha said as she put the inspection device back down on the counter. Jennifer grimmaced as she heard the water running, the echoes inside of the bag shortening as it filled to the top. The sound. Antsy. The beat from the Avocado was catchy and had Wendy’s hips rolling. The sheriff was definitely paying too close attention to the sack of cats in her slacks. Wendy does NOT wear jeans. Summa Cum Laude Law School graduates who passed the bar on the first try do not wear jeans ... or so she said.It’s okay ... linen clings ... jeans mold ... no matter ... it’s all fine ass.“Sheriff ... your wife is looking this way.”“Shit ... who is that woman?” he asked.“Wendy Austin...”He gave me that look.