Voluptuous was the one word that came to mind. Long blonde hair, and soft blue eyes, Susan was a beach girl and filled out a bikini very well. As Bart...walked around and stepped into the truck, she slid across the seat to meet him, making her skirt ride up exposing her slip's lace thinking " Bitch, I have one too". Bart smiled as he stepped in, and saw Susan's beautiful white lace over her tan legs on display for him. He started the truck, got it in gear, and she moved his hand to her lace as. Daddy thought it was good for someone so young to learn early about economics and earning and spending money.One evening, another woman approached me and asked me if I would like to take a course on massage, as the baths were thinking about setting aside rooms in the basement for renovation into spa's and steam rooms with sun beds and massage.I told her I knew nothing about massage, but she emphasised I could be trained, as my body was strong and my mind keen, "You will go to Thailand for six. ”“No Problem, pretty lady.” Tyrone said. “You’re a doll”, she said as she leaned in closer, danced her fingers along the inside of his leg, pressed her breast against his rib cage, and softly kissed his neck just below his ear, flicking her tongue against the sensitive skin as she pulled away. Jo-Ann grabbed a beer, popped it open, took a good swallow, belched softly, looked at Tyrone and smiled, “Good beer.”Tyrone looked down to make sure his cock hadn’t worked free. He then shifted his eyes. Holding the note, I started up the stairs, following the carpet of red petals. I wondered briefly how much this gesture had set him back; red roses are hardly cheap, and there seemed to be rather a lot of them strewn about. The path wound around a few corners, down the hall, and into the bathroom my brother and I shared.Inside, there were at least thirty candles, many pink and rose-scented. The bath was drawn, still steaming hot and with a layer of bubbles. There was another note on the counter.