I made an effort, bought a bottle of wine on my way home from the office to take along and after dinner got myself showered and dressed. I didn't wear...anything daring; I'm not into revealing tops and short skirts. You see, I am convinced that I was born long after my time. In my world, my secret world, I longed for the romances of old, where men were gentlemen and romance was conducted at a more formal level. Love letters with lines of poetry, chaperons and stolen kisses, not to mention the. She was 5’6″ tall, very fair, slim and curvaceous and was wearing jeans and tee-shirt. I was also in my jeans and wearing a Red T-shirt. I regularly go to a Gym and possess a good muscular body.Yogita entered into a conversation with me stating that I had good muscles. She then asked me about my education and I stated that I am a post-graduate and have completed a beauty treatment Diploma from Russia. She was inquisitive about the various types of massages we conduct in our parlour and I. Mom aged so well I couldn't believe it. The gown was complete lace in front so the clear outline of Mom's breasts showed, making no less enticing the sight of her cleavage peeking out between the laces. The flowy part came loosely down over her hips and legs, all the way to the floor, but was so sheer that I could see the shadow of her fluffy hair between her parted legs. I pictured myself slipping under that table and coming up under Mom's gown, slowly licking my way to her pussy and tasting. More like the look a cat might give a mouse before playing with it."The men's changing room is right through there, make sure you shower, it's a health department regulation," she told him.Cec found an empty locker. It seemed like an awfully small locker room for such a large park. There were only about a dozen lockers and they were all empty. Well it was the middle of the week, he shrugged and undressed. He slipped on his trunks and was going to forego the shower but decided to at least get.