Reaching up to the sink again, grabbing another pot from the sink, she pours it's entire contents of soapy water all over her. She grabs the dish soap...off the floor and squeezes it onto her, with her free hand rubbing it all over her tits, stomach, hair, face, pussy, everywhere, while still fucking herself frantically with her other hand. She's going crazy now. She wants to cum so bad. It's been awhile, I bet. She's getting really loud now. I don't see how her husband doesn't wake up. I peek. But now I’m in Vegas and I’m like a kid in a candy store!!!I got in about 3pm to the hotel, I’m staying at Paris. For some reason it is cheaper than every where else. I had the cab driver swing by a liquor store and I grabbed a bottle of Jameson’s and a couple of cigars. I had some work to do (I reply to member emails religiously, that is part of the benefits of being a member is that we get to chat). So I stripped down to my new AussieBum speedos, pulled up a chair, poured myself a scotch and. ***** was 18 and she would occasionally babysit me whenever my folks went out. She was a hot girl who many of the boys in the neighborhood would hit on, only for her to deny their advances…I ask “Who is it?”“It’s *****.” she says…I open the door, and she steps inside. She says “Hey, what’s up Mikey?” I say “Nothing, just watching “Tales from the Crypt.” She says “Cool, but aren’t you a little young to be watching that show?” I scoff, “Hey! This isn’t so bad… my parents know I watch it”… I. The last couple of years I'd started fantasising about him making me feel special in a rather different way. Mom and Pete had always been noisy lovers and as I grew older I'd laid awake in my bed, fingering myself as I heard them get at it next door. By the sounds of my mom's moans and cries of joy I gathered that Pete was an excellent lover. I suspected he was much better than any of the guys I'd had and now time had come for me to try him out for myself.The day before he came I went shopping.