Some of the principal parties are no longer living. The only reason I’m telling you that it has its basis in truth, is it might make it all the mor... sexy for you, and maybe make your orgasms better/stronger/faster. Thank you, and enjoy.I asked Jesse for his permission to write this story. He granted it, without a problem, and, while some of the scenes are "fleshed out" with fantasy, the basis of this tale lies in the realm of truth. This is a "sexy" story for many of us, who are turned on. "He laughed as I walked to the bathroom. I stood in the shower, letting the hot water lather my body, I lean my head up. Pulling out the bobbles I always wear, I wash my hair and smile. I suddenly stop to hear the sound of a zipper, I called to Andy. "If you’re gonna jack off, do it in the bathroom when I'm done!"I snickered when I heard him groan and the zipper being pulled back up. I gasp lightly when I feel a hot sensation between my legs. My eyes close as I concentrated on ignoring it. I. It was as if my wife read my thoughts, for she smiled at me and nodded, wanting me to know (as she told me afterwards) that she could not have staged a diplomatic scene of refusal if the thought had crossed her mind, which it hadn’t. Only innate British reticence can account for the fact that Vee and I had never discussed sex between women, otherwise I would have known that it had long germinated in her imagination as an experience worth trying. I had hardly had a moment to observe the. She kicked her old dress shoes from her feet and into the corner. Collar in hand, Kristen went down the hall to her room. She lifted the bargin rack dress over her head. With a flick of her wrist, it flew across the room. It landed on the chair her parent's neighbors were going to throw out. It lay there for a moment before it slid into a heap on the floor.Beneath the dress, she had on nothing. Nude, she walked to the mirror hanging on her closet door. She examined her body and inventoried it.