. Besides, no normal guy stood any chance of keeping her interest!Hubert had come into the club where she was hanging out, desperately hoping to find ...r. Right, (defined as someone who could effectively scratch her itch and optionally provide her with some support), obviously along to be the butt of the jokes the four other smooth Ivy League characters he was with kept pumping out. It was sad... Since she was easily one of the top ten women in the bar for looks, one of the sharks wandered over. "No, move it out of the way a second." Duh. I comply, and Chrissy deftly raises her hips and slips those lose pajama bottoms down her thighs. "I'm going to sit on your hand now...stick your thumb up." Christ on a popsicle stick, what have I stumbled into? But I'm no dumbass. I do what she tells me. She eases her way down. so now, I'm not only going to hell for fingering a girl with her mother in the room, I've become a thumbfucker. Chrissy is giving me the full show. She's got her. She considered putting her panties back on but, feeling a bit naughty, decided against it. Checking to see that her wet clothes were hanging on clothes-hangers to dry, she stepped out of the bathroom.Stephen came to meet her, also dressed in a bathrobe. He gave her a one-armed hug and put a glass of red wine in her hand.“My turn. Here, this’ll get your circulation up. Make yourself comfortable, I won’t be long.” With that, he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Moments later Nayana. Back and forth. Back and forth. Long moments must have passed unnoticed. My heart is pounding, my breath growing shorter. The hot water continues to flood over me. An image of her gorgeous ass causes an involuntary quickening. Back and forth. I lean back against the wall and for a moment my eyes half open. My heart almost stops and I freeze. She is standing in the doorway. Her long dark mane is tousled, half over her face and a strand is in her mouth. She is biting her lip, her firm tits.