” I looked puzzled and replied, “Change your thong, why baby?” “This one does not quite cover me,” She answered, I have to keep adjusting ...t to stop showing my hairs and I don’t want you to see my hairs, that part of my body is private.” “Are you going to put panties on then?” My heart sank a little and I said, “I love seeing you in a thong.” She stood up and walked to the stairs, her naked ass looked amazing, and she said, “I am going to put a different thong on,” she smiled as she. " She walked out, her high heels clicking on the floor.As soon as she closed the door behind her Arnie ran to the back room.And what he found there took his breath away.It looked like Julie had taken the donut racks out of the oven and put them on the large wooden prep table, but there were no donuts on them. The metal racks were scattered across the table, empty. Julie had both hands in her mouth, and her cheeks looked like a chipmunk's that was storing nuts in its mouth for the winter. Her. Hm... Yes, that's interesting..." I read this article... Basically, it said that having sex is an important part of good mental health."This was actually true, I just remembered. I had read something about that a while back and it suddenly popped into my head. Thanks, Cosmo. Or was it Scientific American? After all my studying recently, I couldn't even remember anymore where I got all that stuff in my head. My brain leapt at the opportunity, however, deflecting any notion he might have of where. Steve watched our embrace, my legs hooking around Rachel's legs, her pelvis slowly grinding on mine. She leaned over to take Steve’s shrinking dick in her own mouth, a loving, erotic exploration with her lips. He backed away to enjoy the view in front of him.It was very clear that Rachel wasn't sated yet. She arched her back and shuffled forward, lifting an arm over her head and lowering an underarm onto my face. It was just as intoxicating as it was during the massage—perhaps moreso given.