She modeled it to me and asked me to take my clothes off at once, but my underwear, which was a flannel pair of boxers, very comfy if you asked me.So,...the two of us modeled our undies when Keela took my hand and took me to her room, I was behind her and saw those hips working that full satin bikini, "do you like what you see? " She asked. "I do, and I do a lot." Wait, I want to see you in my panties, stay here, dont move." She went to her drawer and picked a white high leg silk bikini for me. I was slowly getting turned on by the soft touches and I wanted more. So I started moving my shoulder up and down. I felt something hard touching my shoulder. I understood it was the beautician’s nipples getting hard.I saw her cheeks were turning red. I understood that even she was enjoying it.Then she said that treading was done and moved away. I was a little disappointed as she moved away. I saw both her nipples were rock hard and poking her top. She was looking like a sex doll.I looked in. I want you here and now, but you have something else in mind. You look at me, then take me by the hand and open the patio door to lead me outside.The rain is falling hard upon us. It is surprising at first, but it is so warm it makes us feel good. It’s a special feeling we both enjoy, to be outside at 2 am under the rain like two silly teenagers. I look at the rain falling on you and can see that your gown is fully wet already. It’s revealing your breasts to my eyes and it’s an exciting. "I'm not accustomed to picking up hitch-hikers," Travis remarked as he put the car in gear and pulled back into traffic."Why is it that whenever you want to talk to me, you're cranky? It's not my fault that you spent half the night shtupping the lady," Jesus gently rebuked him."Put your seat belt on; it's not safe," Travis ordered, ignoring the comment."I'm already dead. Do you plan on killing me again?" Jesus laughed."Don't tempt me. I'm a good driver, no matter what my father says," Travis.