"Better now?" Marcie asked as she stroked my hair.I looked up at her and said, "Oh, Yes!"She chuckled and released me to run the water, the powerful f...ow noisily filling the tub in a minute or so, then started the pump and added some bubble-mix. I really liked the bubbles!I was getting stronger by the day and got into the tub by myself and let the water jets caress my sensitive young body. Marcie coaxed me to lean back so she could wash my hair. What she was doing felt really good and I was. Esmeralda. She had a beautiful name. A beautiful soul. His fingers tingled with the memory of touching her face. Soft skin on her cheeks, the slight ridge of a scar on her forehead, pliant lips, heat from her neck. "I shouldn't have said anything," he had told her. "No, you shouldn't have," she had agreed. But he had. How could he not? Eleven years would pass before he woke again. She would be in her late forties. The barely noticeable silver strands in her hair would have multiplied. Soft skin. The wheel in my head start turning as she finally posted a pic. Under 30, in decent shape, nice ass, shaved twat, doesn't look like she has many miles on it either.I sent my buddy an email asking if he was up for some fun. of course once he saw the pic, he was down.I sent her another msg.Me: "Hey sexy, I think I can help you with that fantasy. What's your availability like?"Her: "I'm horny now, do you have a big dick because I need to feel it"Me to buddy: "Yo she wants it now, can you. ”“YOU can,” Adrienne snorted. “You’re a guy who still looks great even with bedhead.”“And you both are gorgeous ladies who still look great no matter how mussed up your hair may be.”Adrienne grinned. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”“Even bald, if it came to that.”Adrienne frowned. “Okay now you’re pushing it.”I smirked while she blew me a kiss.“Go on without us,” Sasha suggested. “But bring some food back; we’re not going to make it in time today.”“Yeah, not happening,” Adrienne agreed,.