We got a laugh. We took a tour of the place and decided to take advantage of the warm sun and the private lanai. I made a batch of drinks for our plea...ure and when Kate came out, the bikini looked familiar. She informed me that she was proud of the fact she could still fit into a 10 year old bathing suit. That’s why it looked familiar. It was the one she wore on the canoe trip. I told her she actually looked better in it know than she did then. She asked me to put on suntan lotion for her. I. I imagine my fingers traveling its length, from your neck to the small of your back, feeling out the bones that lie beneath the skin. Does that touch cause you to writhe in my arms? Is your body squirming against mine, our hungry flesh reaching out in desperation to begin the dance we both know awaits? And what of that hungry flesh? As I slide my hands across your body, how warm are you? How soft? Do your resist my touch, even a little? Am I forced to hold you fast against the threat of your. The house at the end of the block was a cute bungalow. It was eggshell white with navy trim. It was actually still on the market when Annette and her second late husband moved on North Parson's Blvd. A few months later it got snatched up. As she was checking her mail one day Annette noticed the Century 21 Rep pulling up the 'For Sale' sign. From that moment she was itching with anticipation. Her mind soared as she wondered if the buyer would be a single guy with a big fat cock to fill up her. It had soft, long shag carpet, a light red but not quite pink. The walls were lined with wide benches about the width of a twin mattress, but continuous around with the only openings at the two locker rooms. Above the benches were blacklight-lit black velvet paintings of two or more people in various sex acts. The rest of the floor was a sunken pit about 30 feet across and about two feet below our level. There were a few places that had a couple of steps down, so you didn't have to make the.