Upon entering my room, I noted the bathroom light was on (it was off when I left). I glanced into the bathroom (the door was open), and saw the damp y...ung thing sitting on the toilet. The towel was laying on the floor, and she had not one stitch of cloth covering her. I turned my head and entered my suite. She chuckled and said "Did I gross you out!" I replied with "No, just want to give you some privacy!" She said, "If I'd wanted privacy, I'd have closed the door!" Great retort from a very. We went up the stairs as fast as we could and barely made it inside the door before we started seriously mackin in her living room on the floor. Hands were frantically all over each other, rubbing, tweaking, pinching, whatever happened it felt good as fuck.She took charge and got on top of me straddling while still dressed, as she peeled off her top and her stupendous cannons were freed again. I grabbed onto them before she took my hands and pinned them back behind my head. I left them there,. Naturally, the gas lights were not acceptable.Ventilation was another area I had worried about. This turned out to be the simplest of all the issues. One of the nice things about competent ancestors is that they think about little things like hot weather. This time of year, the breezes are off the lake, and the house is designed to catch them. Some long unused baffles on the roof needed to be opened, but the Ballroom had flow-through ventilation designed in. Events would be setting up water. All that mattered was my hand on her pussy, and the waves of pleasure I sent crashing through her. She fell back, exhausted, very pleased, and mildly embarrassed. She could never get used to so thoroughly letting go of herself while being pleasured. "Oh, I'm not finished with you yet" and when she opened her eyes she could see the truth in that statement. I was kneeling over her on the sofa, my cock rock hard, and demanding attention, it seemed to her. She sat up and took me in her mouth. All.