I looked thru his hall closet and grabbed a towel. Went into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I was just about finished when I heard a couple ...f voices coming from his living room. I knew it was not Mark because these voices sounded like female voices. I turned off the water and got out and grabbed the towel. I looked out and could see two girls both wearing tight shorts. One had brown hair and the other one was blonde. They looked to be the same height. I came out with just the towel. Milk oozed out of both my bosoms. Monique squished the sponge in andout of me - AND IT FELT SO GOOD. Then she looked at me and smiled, andwith an extra push crammed it deep inside me, all the way to my cervixand she twisted and spun the sponge around, and I almost had an orgasm,it felt so good."I think we need just a tiny bit more,", Monique said, and she reacheddown to the serving station and pulled out another sponge-on-a-stickthing. She drizzled more liquid soap on it, and - I couldn't. When Ifinished, I unzipped and carefully hung up my dress, removed my stockings,panties, and bra, and put on my cute nightgown.The next morning I felt great; it's amazing what a good night sleep willdo for a guy. Of course, once I saw that I was wearing a nightgown, I feltterrible again.I got it off as fast as possible and carefully assembled a pair of jeans,a jersey, and briefs to wear. I double checked everything before dressingand was satisfied that I had thwarted my parent's master plan to. Sam told me he got off on the idea of me getting it on with younger single lads. How was I to argue with that? I thought at 47 what the heck, go for it girl! Having suffered the delights of timewasters and bottlers we finally agreed to meet up with a guy called Jamie, a fit looking 28 year old. I'd spent a few hours chatting to him on msn and webcam and knew he was the one. We agreed to meet up at a local pub in Warrington and had booked a cheap room in the local TravelLodge just in case. At my.