A computer desk with no computer, a vanity with only a few tubes of lipstick and a half a bottle of perfume. Empty bookshelves, unsheeted bed, and a b...re clothes hamper. Half heatedly I opened her closet and found myself looking at a surprisingly full wardrobe. Excited, I pulled open a few of her drawers and found most of them at least half full of intoxicating underwear and lingerie, sweaters, crop tops, jeans, skirts, etc. It seems Jen was quite the clotheshorse, like most girls, and even her. Lesly looked into my eyes and told me that she loved me then placed a soft kiss on my lips. Susan put her arms around my neck hugged me tight. She whispered in my ear that she had always wanted things to be this way with the three of us. She kissed me and then pulled Lesly into it and we all kissed each other. We drank our coffee and talked about the night before. As if I didn’t already know the answer to the question I was about to ask. I asked them if they were alright with what we had. You've got to realize by now wanda is fifty-tree years old, but still a very hot looking piece of ass. well it only took the first night for her to get what i'd always wanted to see. we had gone down the street from where we were staying to a lounge that had pool tables, wanda felt a little more at ease figuring that the place may not be too crowded. now as with any place withpool tables you're gonna find a few motorcycles, which means excitement in one form or another. finally after a few. Good Sir!... pray do not spare me! ah! ah!..." All her accents now faltering into heart-fetched sighs, she clos'd her eyes in the sweet death, in the instant of which she was embalm'd by an injection, of which we could easily see the signs in the quiet, dying, languid posture of her late so furious driver, who was stopp'd of a sudden, breathing short, panting, and, for the time, giving up the spirit of pleasure. As soon as he was dismounted, Louisa sprung up, shook her petticoats, and running.