” I say. “Good thing diner is almost ready or I would not have been able to keep my promise of making it worth your while. I am going upstairs to ...hange, there are dry towels in the main bath if you want one.” You add as you head for the stairs. As I follow you up the stairs I can not help but watch you, and to imagine what it would be like to help you out of that wet dress. To gently dry you’re skin, pampering you and covering you with kisses as I go. At the top of the stairs I turn right into. It wasn'tlikely that they would spit them up, like her kind did.Her kind; there was a whole other kettle of fish that she didn't want toopen. I'll think about that little quandary, later. Much, much later.She sighed, and squirmed a little on the couch. Piccolo-chan was sore,in a way that was pleasant. Going from virgin to having made love twicein a night did not make for comfortable walking in the morning, even ifshe did like it.Don't think about that, either.Her mind drifted; and that place. Her facial expessions were exquisite as I applied them. She was visibly relishing in the pain. I couldn't believe how wet she was. I decided it was time to have a taste of her copious pussy juice. She was loving the ministrations of my fingers. But, when I started down to have my first taste, she tried to clamp her knees together and was verbally upset that I wanted to go down on her, complaining that that was disgusting. I was shocked, to say the least, that she had never experienced receiving. I hadn't had anything up there in a long while and I knew he would go there so I needed to give it a little practice before I meet him.I took my clothes off and turned the shower on. I needed a wash, the con hall was warm and I had been sweating a lot. I wanted to be fresh and ready for him. Oh, why was I putting so much effort in to this? Why did I need this so badly? I washed myself all over, trying not to get distracted and too turned on, it was his job to do that. Once I was ready, I soaped.