He didn’t know exactly what he expected when he walked into the doorway, but what he hadn’t counted on was the musky smell of recent sex that perm...ated the room. He had a momentary pang of jealousy, but it left quickly, and he felt his penis beginning to swell slightly. Isolde looked at him and said, “Looks like you’re thinking with the wrong head again, Dear,” and then smiled, so he would know she was being humorous. “Um. I s’pose so,” he replied, and went on, “Sometimes things aren’t exactly. I shoved the last of my jerky into my mouth before I leaned against the tree, squeezing my thighs together.I let out a sigh as I rubbed my clit. I was skilled at masturbation. I was trained. I could get myself off just by pressing my thighs together. I closed my eyes and let out a second sigh. I pictured Angela kneeling before me.I am so sorry for how I treated you, my Lady, she purred, her hands reaching out to rub at my sleek thighs. I humbly beg for your forgiveness.I understand. You were. I reach down and give you firm, pert mounds, a slippery massage. Sliding my hands over your perfect orbs, my gaze falls between your legs. Through the warm water I see the crack of your shaved pussy snaking enticingly between your closed legs, hiding the sticky sweetness I know lurks there. Running a finger slowly down your body, I trace the spongy crack between your legs, working a finger in between, gently rubbing your clitty on the way past, seeking out your wet place ! Oh! Oh! OH!"You're. She dried herself on a large clean towel, wrapped another around her long dark hair, and walked into Tom’s walk in robe to find something to wear. Not surprisingly nothing fit her and she ended up wearing one of his blue shirts that reached down further than many of her dresses. She then picked up her favourite pair of jeans that were now decidedly worn and the sewing kit that she had brought with her, and sat cross-legged in the middle of his king size double bed and started to work. She had.