All I can find is that a boudoir was either a bedroom with a fuck-tonne of plasterwork everywhere you looked, usually gilded, or just a photographer�...s studio circa God knows how long ago.”“So no ideas how to decorate my spare bedroom?”Lia shook her head. “I don’t suppose you’ve got some exotic embroidery about the size of a fucking wall tucked in the loft?”“Sorry, no.”“At least there’s one piece of good news. Pop’s organised a chaise and it’s coming tomorrow.”“He ordered a chaise?” I asked,. Sheila sensed a change in my position, shifted her body, and pressed her bare bottom into my groin as we snuggled together under the covers. My hand remained cupped to her breast. Sheila placed her hand over mine and pulled it tight to her body as she slept.We cuddled together in blissful warmth. I wanted to stay under the sheets forever, but I needed to take a piss. With a bad case of morning wood, my erection found a home between the hills of Sheila’s fanny. As pleasant as it felt, I wouldn’t. Here.” She rolled over to lie on her back and had me crouch between her knees, her body flat out before me like the mirage of a feast. “Don’t touch, just look.”I had my cock firmly in hand and stroked at a slightly slower pace than she had set for herself as she turned from a reasonably attractive older woman into the essence of raw female sexuality. Her hips circled as she worked vigorously inside herself, the light of the sun striking us at a lower angle that left sharp shadows on her body.. I consented and while he restarted the video I unfastened my jeans and returned to masturbating. “What do you like?” he asked. “I like it all,” came my standard reply. “Well I’d like to suck that!” he said and reached over to take my erect cock out of my hand. Surprised and pleased by this strange turn of fortune, I simply said, “Yes!” He opened my pants and began pushing them down my legs. Knowing I was going to be naughty tonight, I had worn a pair of black lace panties and black lace topped.