Johnny was his own culprit the last time. He had spilled about half ofhis protein shake down the front of his gown. He was able to contain thedisaster...with the help of a large towel, but as the day went on thesticky aftermath was beginning to smell bad. Sandi entered an hour laterwith her latest offering.This gown could in no way be anything but overtly feminine. The ivorysatin extended to ankle length with a delicate lace outlining the frontslit that extended to mid-thigh. It had full 3/4. The panties looked so nice, I've still got them on - here are the tags. I'm going to take the camisole and see what I think. Oh yes, and I'll take these other panties and that other bra."Melanie wrote up the charge and processed the woman's payment. "I hope you enjoy these. It's not enough to just cover your body, you know. You want to feel good about it." I already do. And thank you. I'm sure my friend will feel good about it, too."Melanie chuckled. "Well, when you get more adventurous, come. She said he was young he wouldn't want to do anything to do with an old woman like her. I told her she might be surprised. here is my fantasy of what happened.I saw the flower delivery van pull in the driveway and a good looking black man probably in his 20s got out with my wife's flowers. I met him at the door and told him I would get her but I also told him she like black men and would he mind giving her something she needed for her birthday. He asked what that might be and I said a good hard. I can’t believe she has caught me jerking off. But my blood-starved brain slowly grasps the fact that she has been watching me masturbate and appears to be enjoying it. I don’t know how long but judging from her arousal probably for a while. I hear her voice, barely audible over the rushing water. Two simple words. Spoken clearly and with authority as an instruction, but carrying underlying layers of tension, lust and need. “Don’t stop”. I resume my strokes. Long and firm. Squeezing and.