Hugs and kisses were exchanged and they left. It wasn’t a minute after they left that there was a knock at the door. I went to answer and it was Eve...“I left my purse – accidentally on purpose. I wanted to ask you if you’d like to have a girls’ day at the spa?”“That sounds awesome!” I replied. “What time you want to meet for breakfast?”“8 o’clock OK?” she asked.“It’s a date!” I exclaimed and I gave Eve her purse and kissed her goodnight. Greg was in the washroom getting ready for bed and he. . Brent is . . .?"I kept kissing her neck, moving up to her ear, breathing gently into her ear before licking around it lightly. "Yes? What about Brent?" I did not want to change the subject. She had to fuck me with him down the hall. I was starting phase two, sharing. "A . . . Brent, he is here. In his room. Did you see him?" Mrs. Rossini was panting a little now, bending her head away from my tongue. So I kissed down her neck again. I lifted a hand to the strap of the white tank top and. Predictably, it happened: after a pretend choking session, my fingers trailed down towards the front of her nightgown, but instead of stopping, with no input from my brain, they moved INTO HER CLEAVAGE and stopped, cupping a full, firm warm breast that had to be at least a full “B” cup, if not a “C”. I was shocked my fingers had done this on their own, and tensed up, expecting all Hell to break loose. Instead, to my surprise and relief, she simply sighed and continued to sit there quietly. I. First thatsomeone else would be seeing me dressed, and second, I hoped Jenniferlikes how I look."Oh my, there she is now."I was about half way down the steps, when I spotted Jennifer comingaround the corner. She stopped and was now standing right at the bottomof the steps looking up at me, with this big smile on her face. Shewatched as I walked down the stairs, with my crinoline and dress bouncingback and forth, showing off little glimmers of my cute rhumba panties.I gave a big smile back at.