“And you’re a nice guy, too. There really are a lot of assholes out there. You’re nice and funny AND handsome, and that’s enough to get a lot ...f girls to sleep with you.”Steven was still a bit buzzed, but he swore that Laura’s hand was gently, almost imperceptibly rubbing his leg. It felt good. Steven laughed, “God, you make it sound so bad, like I’m going to be tricking girls into hopping in bed with me.”“Not at all,” Laura replied, her fingers rubbing his thigh a little more. “Girls want no. Sensual. Suits and silks. Lace. She smells like heaven. Never cheap perfumes. I have watched as my mistress let some man (or two) fuck her. I recall a day I was cleaning the game room and glanced out to the pool to see my mistress bent over the wall. Her breasts were pressed into the marble and some man (I do not know his name... as butler, it is none of my business to know my mistress’ lovers’ names) behind her fucking her. Her face was lost in pleasure as he pumped at her open pussy from. She had a nice round bubble ass and nice tits with big nipples, but she was very fit and perfectly proportioned. I’ll only describe her again as Chloe Amour…check her out. It wasn’t just her body though, she had an insatiable sex drive and nothing was too crazy. She loved fucking, and she loved it often.We were having sex up to three times a day, sometimes they were quick sessions, but usually in the evenings before she went home to her hubby and k**s, we’d have a nice, long, sweaty fuck. . My eyes fell upon my breasts, than God nature had been kind to me, even now in my advancing years of mid thirties, I could still compete with my teenage daughter, firm and tip-tilted, making my erect nipples still point skyward, another surge of heat from my loins, God I needed to get ready, 'Enough', my mind screamed, surely I would have a God almighty orgasm if I kept this up for much longer. I shaved using a wet razor, 'Clean as a wet whistle' I followed the curvature as it disappeared.