But not the closed-in fiberglass shell like she had at home. This one was outside, under the house. It was quiet and warm, nicely camouflaged and secl...ded.She loved the feel of the rainfall-shower head. It poured down over her head and shoulders like a tropical storm, but she had the wondrous god-like ability to make the rain as cool or warm as she chose. And even better, dangling from the water pipe was a massaging shower head. The rainfall got her clean from the top down. The massager got to. I was enjoying kissing very much with him and then started pressing my breast. Then he removed his clothes and was only in his underwear. Then he removed my clothes and again kissed me.Then he started licking my breast and I was enjoying everything very much. He then removed his underwear and told me to suck his dick. His dick was 5 inches in length. I sucked his dick then he was about to cum so he removed his dick from my mouth and came on my body. Then he started to lick my pussy.After. The watch the clock. It seems like it has stopped. Finally it is 5pm and everyone packs up and heads off home. I delay until everyone is gone and then get the lift to the fourth floor and possible doom. I get out of the lift and find myself in an apartment. Mrs Williams is sitting on a couch. “Come in Terry” she says. I go to sit down. “Please remain standing” she said, her voice seems to crackle. About Saturday night Terry. What do you remember?” “Me” I answer feigning amnesia. “Yes Terry. I. ‘ © Englands Dragon July 2005. The authors would welcome comments and criticisms at either of their email addresses – either englander1961 OR WritingDragon The authors gratefully acknowledge the great help in editing given by ‘Denise’ and ‘Will.’ The authors acknowledge the words used in the song ‘Leaving on a Jet Plane’ written by John Denver and performed by Peter, Paul and Mary. This work may not be copied to or used at any other site without the express permission of the authors in.