If that had been the end, I might have left it alone. But then Tim’s postings of what you were doing down there just reinforced my interest that was...now turning into desire. I found myself being envious of you, Michele. I was wishing I was doing those things and asking myself if I was just too old now to turn such fantasies into expectations. But the clincher was Tim. Thank you, by the way, Timothy. I don’t know if I ever got around to saying that.” She blushed, vividly. “You really had me. “You’re like a nun!”“Let’s not overdo it.”“Mom just has the hots for Dan herself, you know. It’s that repressed Catholic guilt. Hey, maybe she should have an affair with him? He’d probably be amenable.”Willow listened to her sister laugh but unfortunately wasn’t surprised that Faith would jokingly suggest that their mom cheat on their dad.“Anyway… I think I should go,” her sister said.“Oh. Oh, yeah,” Willow replied. “Sorry to call so late and talk so long. I didn’t mean to interrupt…”“You’re. He moans and bites his lip. Eyes closed now, he leans back and lets me manipulate him into hardness. I tell him to switch places with me and we do so with the grace of a new born calves on ice. Nearly slipping and falling, we both giggle as we pass each other soaking wet, covered with soapy bubbles and firm erections poking free. When we have finally settled in to the warm water again he leans back and receives my hands again. I cup his balls in one hand and stroke his cock with the. "Thank you, by the way," said Claire."You're welcome," said Cindy, automatically. "What for?" For being a good friend. When I woke up, I thought you were a bimbo. You're not. Not at all." No problem," said Cindy, waving her hands. "Lots of women think I'm a bimbo. I let them. It keeps them off guard." And why do you want them to be off guard?" Claire tried to arch an eyebrow and felt the bandages on her face foil the attempt."That way they'll work harder trying to keep me from stealing their.