“Nice to meet you,” I said. “I’m Anna.” She spoke english with a heavy accent, either eastern european or from some romanic country, I could...’t be sure. She nodded and tried to look regal, but obviously putting up a front. “I’m charmed,” she said, “I had not thought anyone to be here at this hour, as it is my usual time to bathe, and there rarely is anyone here then.”I shrugged. “I’m a night owl,” I said, catching her staring at my pubes and breasts. “But I can come back later if you’d like. No one captures the lives of the lovelorn and the love-seeking in New York City better than columnist Carrie Bradshaw does. As fodder for her column, single and fabulous Carrie looks to the experiences of her best friends and her own. Never shying away from difficult or delicate subjects, Carrie has covered everything from emotional dependence to sexual independence. And somehow, through all her research and realizations, she's remained open to the possibility of finding love among the ruins.. He knew that in broad daylight, fully-dressed, and unaroused, he would almost certainly second-guess everything he’d done, but here in the silence of his bathroom with the whole world asleep, he could set those concerns aside. Knowing that he could just choose to wallow in his own id sometimes gave him a feeling of power he hadn’t admitted he wanted to experience.Pilar hadn’t moved an inch when he came back to bed, but as soon as he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stirred. “Shower?”“Just. I rose up from between her legs and settled beside Joy’s naked panting body. Joy cuddled up next to me saying, “Give me a couple minutes to catch my breath, then I will take good care of this problem you seem to have between your legs.” Just as she had promised, a few moments later Joy kneeled down between my legs and began to slide my sweatpants down and off of me. I hear a slight gasp escape her lips as my cock popped free. Without saying a word Joy lowered her head and took my hard dick.