She then sat against my right flank … her bare thigh against mine … and began a soft and semi-sensual hand massage. Neck and shoulders … back an... butt … legs and soles … side to side … and fleeting brush-strokes of balls and finger-slides up crack. All done with incessant waffle … her jobs and finances, her husband and her sex-life, her body and her erogenous zones, her hobbies and her ‘throat signing’ … she just doesn’t shut it!Probably at half-time, Antonia kneeled between my splayed legs …. Across from the mirror was a huge shower for two with double shower heads and a clear glass door. The sight of that unleashed a few dozen more fantasies almost instantly.The toilet was behind a closed door. Ann kissed me quick once more and disappeared behind the door, to take care of her post-orgasm "piss of relief" as I liked to call it.A minute or so later I heard the toilet flush and my perfectly gorgeous bikini-clad girlfriend reappeared with a smile. She walked to the sink and started. In no time she wants my cock and asks me what I want to do next? I tell her I want her to rim my arse, I stand up and lean forward slightly asshe sits up and pulls my arsecheeks apart and spits on my arse hole, she then leans forward and I feel her tongue on my puckered hole then she forcefully pushes her way in, "my god that feels so good" I tell her as she fucks my hole for a while, within minutes her face is buried into my arse and her tongue deep in me, I feel my cum building up in my balls. ”“OK, so any girlfriend?”“No, no one”“OK but you are so cute and handsome but how come you don’t have a girlfriend?”“Well, I am a shy person”“But you teach so many girls?”“Yeah but I can’t flirt with them.”“True, but you can flirt with their mothers (what I was saying)”“What?”“Nothing, I was just kidding.”“Well you are looking very good today”“Just very good?”“Hmm. No you are looking hot!”After the death of my husband, it was first time; I was in a sensual conversation. It seems I was losing.