“Now that’s pushing some limits for me!” We both started laughing. We both wanted to laugh hard, but wanted to keep a low profile in case anyone...was nearby, or worse, at the door waiting to use the john. The smile on the inside of me was bigger than my laugh when I realized that neither one of us was totally going to go soft on each other knowing this just wasn’t wild booty call sex. We got cleaned up and dressed as quickly as we could and hoped no one had noticed we were gone for too long. I. I am an extremely beautiful woman in her 30’s. About three years ago I moved from the big city, along with my family, to explore what it would be like to live in a small town. My twin sister Maria, whom I am very close to, along with her family moved here too. I have slowly grown accustomed to the dramatic change of pace but have embraced my new lifestyle very well. It is kind of refreshing to walk into the post office and know many of the faces of the customers standing in line next to me and. I quickly shut that out of my mind, thinking I didn’t have to imagine any more, and I should savour every little detail of what was happening, rather than comparing it to my dreams. That could come later.Leaving her trousers and panties around her ankles, with her cum running down her thighs, she stood me up, and started loosening my trousers. Kissing me once more, she seemed to enjoy her own taste, trying to extract as much as possible from my mouth.“Sorry, I should leave some for you.” I. This place was more of a 'fuck-lounge' than a bathhouse. Sure, they had a steam room, sauna and a workout room, but they were primarily used for different fuck sessions. I just happened to be in the lounge, which was a quaint room, complete with ottomans and overstuffed pleather chairs. At first, one would think it's merely a place where people can sit and talk and have a drink, but it was obvious that a lot of action had taken place there in the past. I'd hate to see it under a black light. I.