The extractor fan was working overtime to clear the mist. The mirror and counter-top were wet and shiny. I rubbed my tits against his body, feeling hi... cock twitching between us. "Is it my turn now?" I asked him, stepping back slightly and dipping my hand back to my cunt lips, which were all red and glistening. My legs stood apart, showing him I was horny. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a couple of towels, passing one to me. He began to dry himself off. "Yep, your turn," he said.. She brought them to her face and inhaled the very erotic aroma of new leather and enjoyed the smooth tactile sensation against her face.She slid them down slowly to lightly run the slick glossy leather across my hardening nipples, instantly creating the familiar breath-taking tightening of muscles between her legs. She sat down to pull the right leg on first. The narrow leather ankle stretches allowing her heel to literally pop through and she repeated it with her left foot.Her breath was short. Getting no results, she released me, kissed my pike's huge head and dismissed me with a wave.That Saturday, bathed and shaved and bearing a note from the foxy lady with whom I had spent a very tiring morning the day before, I appeared at her sister's nearby brick home, ready for action. A black servant admitted me, and I waited in the parlor, examining the garish art and leather-bound library. When the young woman finally appeared, seemingly in some haste, she was dressed all in black as befit. She stayed in her room until lunch. After lunch was over she waited for her sire to return to her study. It was just past noon when she went into her Sire’s study to tell her the good news.She knocked quietly, then waited for her sire to answer. “Come in.” Allison answered and Monica quickly entered. Allison knew it had to be important because Monica rarely came to see her when she was in her study. Looking at Allison it was easy to tell that Monica’s curves definitely came from her mother.