"I'll be gone a bit, you and Gary needsome time alone and I need to the care of your daddy." I blushed when shetold me that, but she assured me that's...what girls do. It was nothing to beembarrassed over.Once they were gone I floated around the kitchen cleaning up. The realityof it hit me; here I was in a sundress, panties and matching bra, whiteflats with my nails and toenails painted a pretty soft, light pink -cleaning the kitchen while `my man' sat on the couch watching the game. Iwas in. She arrived on a Saturday evening in June. It was a fairly warm evening just before sunset, the high in the mid 70's. I had just finished cleaning up from cooking supper and had just dressed from taking a shower when I heard somebody pull up in the yard. I looked out the window and knew it was her because she was driving her same old pick up she had been driving ever since I could remember.When I opened the door I was stunned at what I saw yet at the same time very aroused and very pleased.. Just as Laura had been when Miss Candy decided to call it quits.Not that she'd been celibate the last decade. There were still special guests that she sometimes entertained. A very short list that had included Thomas Archer. Then also there had been the nights she sometimes spent with one of her girls. It was a little known aspect of the Candy Store that they sometimes had female clients as well. Women who preferred the touch of their own sex once in a while but couldn't afford to take the. He came towards me with oil in hand, he was looking on my erected nipples from my baniyan. i didnt say anything, he asked me to remove my top, so that he could massage me with oil, i did that & there was a little bounce in my tits, he was staring on it completely. i asked him to massage me, he went behind me, poured oil in my head & massaged me, he then poured oil in my shoulders, his strong hands really felt good. i asked him to stop massaging my shoulders & asked him to massage my legs, i.