So I sat on her bed as commanded whileNicki collected a few items that she thought would fit me and then sentme to the bathroom to get changed. Needl...ss to say fastening the bra andthe rear zipper on the dress got the better of me but with Nicki's helpthey were soon done up. I slipped on the heels and gingerly made my wayto the door."Where do you think you're going?" asked Nicki sternly. "I'm notfinished yet."I sat back down and Nicki proceeded to apply all manner of cosmetics tomy face. His widow found herself in straitened circumstances, and forced to take in paying guests. Mrs Bissell introduced me to her sister, Miss Harriet, and showed me to the room she had designated for me, subject to mutual approval. I was delighted. With its handsome marble-topped washstand, large mahogany chest and wardrobe, and huge, soft feather bed, the room seemed palatial compared with my little attic room at home. Over the mantle, with its small cast-iron fire-grate (lit only in cases of. My breathing was heavy and laboured, and I could feel his cock behind my belly button, he really was all the way in.I began by clenching my buttocks, squeezing him then moving ever so slowly, I wanted to fuck without disturbing him, and I controlled my actions and began slowly building, that dreaded feeling every girl as she fucks a cock happened, a sudden warmth, spreading across her belly, filling her cunt, the knowledge the man is cumming inside you.I froze as if punishment to him for not. I turned to see Rachel, in just her panties, putting the final Kleenex wrap on her used tampon.“Yeah, but I’ll wait until your done. The shower is too small and I need some alone time.” Rachel said in a slightly weary voice, but it brightened and hardened with her next line.“But, don’t use all the hot water!’I grinned weakly and turned towards Kim. We went upstairs, and showered. There was no sex, just some mutual soaping. It was nice, but felt a little mechanical. When we finished, hopefully.