I get in the shower and quickly shower it all off. Idecide that I had better use the shower milk as I don't want to smelllike this hair removal cream...and I use the shampoo but not theconditioner. What is the point of conditioner?I get out of the shower and find a towel and dry myself off. As Ianticipated I no longer have any body hair.There's a pink bathrobe on the back of the door. I put it on and goback to the bedroom to look for some more clothing. I have a feelingthat I am not going to. You moan as you ride me, your hands pinch my nipples. “Baby, you feel so good.” escapes my lips. We continue like this, you have your balance and with an easy stride you roll forward and back, rocking on your knees, my cock sliding in and out. You impale yourself fully and pause, and study my eyes. Then you smile softly and I feel your pussy tighten around me. Your muscles milk me, pulsing with a slow erotic rhythm. My fingers find your tummy and I can feel each pulse as you tighten and loosen,. When I put on a dress I naturally want to wear hose beneath it, and I have a bit of a problem getting pantyhose to fit properly. I'll try to be delicate here, but the problem is not so much as having the pantyhose conform to the bit of anatomy I have and women don't but getting them to conform to my pot belly and stay up. They have a disconcerting tendency to roll up and slide down the curve of my paunch. So I have developed a preference for gartered stockings and Sears has always carried. Laughing at my vehemence, you opened the robe gallantly for me as I shrugged into it. The silky texture felt heavenly against my skin as you wrapped it carefully around me and even tied the sash with a loose knot, your warm hands tracing down my body, pressing me against you. I shivered, why is it I can’t stop quivering like a bowl of Jell-O around you? I leaned back into your embrace, drinking in the feel of you. You pushed my hair to the side with one hand and pressed a warm kiss to the nape.