Getting out of the shower, I applied body lotion all over then wrapped a towel around my thin body before proceeding to my room, where the towel fell ...pen. I lay down and started massaging my tits, pinching the hard; erect nipples, moaning slightly; all of which felt so good. Nibbling on my lower lip, I slid one hand flat down my front parting my slick cunt lips, shifting my damp body so my knees were bent, giving me good leverage to slide my hands over those sensitive areas. The cool air not. Once I started working on her I wasn't thinking about the heat anymore. It was hot enough already. "Ooooooooh! Aaaaaaaaah! Oh, yes. Yes, that's so good. Oh, that feels so good. Hmmmmmmmm. Lick that pussy. Lick it good. Hmmmmmmmm. Oooooooh. Shiiiiit. Aaaaaaah! Suck it. Suck that pussy. Aaaaaaaaaah! Ooooooooooo! Fuuuuuuck! Hurry up. Put it in. Put that gynormous dick inside me." . But we can bring a few if that helps things.”The mood feels instantly lighter and that feeling only increases as I watch Lauren take her phone and turn it off. For someone in the agency world, turning off your phone even on a Sunday is rare. When she looks up from her phone, her gaze drifts down my body.“I like you in my clothes,” she says.“Good, because I’ll need to wear them back to mine,” I reply. “But I need a shower before we go. I’m covered in lipstick.”“I’ll join you. You got that. It was a quiet night anyway, and so my boss sent me home half an hour early. By the time I got home, Mum and Dad were both in bed (there were some fairly disturbing creaking noises coming from their room; Yuk, surely they’re too old for that now, they’re both in their late forties!). I went to the bathroom at our end of the house for a pee. Whilst there, I checked the hamper, but everything was as I’d left it. The next two days were fairly uneventful. .