She invites me in. We sit chatting on the sofa, my mind is racing, all I can think about is weather she has got that new underwear on under that gown ...he was telling me about? And are they stockings I can see? We chat for hours. Then she gets up and locks the back door. "Am I staying then?" I ask. She reply's "Well, I'm going to bed if u wanna come up."Following her up the stairs, I could see up her gown defiantly stockings and red underwear. Into her bed room we go. She heads over to shut the. “Thomas, this has been our ritual for years. We roll through the channels, listening to a variety of pundits discussing the issues of the day.” Thomas endured it as long as he could. He announced, “It’s past noon. I'm going to hike up to the lodge and see what I can find to do for a while.” Robert and I insisted on doing what we had done every Sunday morning for over twenty-five years: we read the newspapers and watched the network news shows. This time it was nice being alone for a while.. She didnt bother putting any clothes on so i knew she ment another cleaner, or so i thought as i was using my undershirt to clean the cum off my cock to get ready for how ever many more rounds her and her friend had in mind i heard my door open and close. There she was the cleaner i just fucked and the hottest security guard i had ever seen, she was same as as me in her 30's, long black hair pulled back into a bun, small frame and a plump set of C's that looked out of place but amazing at the. I hopped in the shower and began shaving myself again just to be very smooth. The nair had removed most of the hair on my body. The shaving did the rest. I ran my hand across mybody and felt my boyclit stir. My body felt so good to me. I shampooed my hair and combed it through, pulling it back off of my forehead. I exited the shower and dried myself and applied some scented skin lotion to smooth my body. I loved the scent, lilac. it made me feel like such a girl. I sat down in front of the.