You're wonderful," she said. "But, couldn't you just come home. You know, and let me start giving you ten times as much sex as we ever had." I had to ...mile at that. Maybe she was going to try and fuck me to death. Not sure how I felt about that; it made me smile. She misread me."You're coming home aren't you? You are! I can tell," she said."No, I'm not. So, do we have a deal or not?" I said, evenly. She frowned."Okay, deal," she said. We talked for a few more minutes, and then she was gone. I. "What?" Diana said, leaning forward. She hadn't touched her fork yet."You're comparable to Mrs. O'Carroll," I said. "This is marvelous. I haven't had anything this good for a long time."Diana beamed at me again. "I'm glad you like it," she said. She picked up her fork."I envy your dad," I said, after swallowing another mouthful. "This is so good." I can do more for you if you don't mind." Nah. I don't mean that." I do," Diana said."Well," I said. "Are you still bidding for more jobs?"Diana. "Ah, you're a boob guy," Brittany nodded as leaned back into the couch. "Duh!" I laughed as Brittany pelted me with a chip. "What's with the throwing?" I laugh. Brittany shrugs as we return to watching the rest of the game. I switch when the game is over to my teams game, her team is on the other channel, so we had it split screened."You already lost you know that right?" Brittany said. She was right, we had no chance against this team, but I was still going to watch."Shush," I say back to. The smell of ginger and orange blossoms surrounds me in the steam. I concentrate on my breasts and glide my hands down my stomach at the apex of my thighs. I start a slow, torturous rhythm around my clit for a few minutes. I get myself worked up just enough to make me crave your touch. My hands just won’t do, you have the special touch and you know it. I exit the shower and start toweling off. I dry my hair and style it just the way you like it. I make sure my makeup is absolute perfection. I.