’ Cynthia chuckled, trying not to let her laughter sound forced. She did think it was funny, she just wasn’t used to being alone with another pers...n and she was feeling a bit self-conscious about everything. It was bound to get better after a little casual conversation. ‘So,’ Alice said. ‘Are you, like, afraid of cocks or something?’ Cynthia almost inhaled her French Vanilla. ‘Sorry,’ Alice said. ‘I didn’t mean to say it like that. But, I mean, you only ever come to Paint Night when we’re doing. Upon arriving home, Ken was visibly shocked to see my visitor. I think us getting along made it worse for him. Good. We both put him on the spot. I said the facts outright ‘You lied to me and you lied to her, explain yourself !’. He tried with no success. Nothing believable came from his lips. We left it with her leaving after we had decided we would figure it out tomorrow. The only believable reason I heard was that once he learned she was a virgin, he could not help himself. But why did he. I had got into the habit of not considering other people needs or making allowances for them when making a decision and I dressed and acted as I liked in my own home, so having other people around was quite a cultural shock. I was about 5 foot 7 tall, weighed 135 pounds and was a reasonably attractive brunette rapidly turning grey. I was never stuck for an escort but did not date often. Sex was still a pleasure, if somewhat infrequent, and, while occasionally I missed it, I did not need to. I got to the door and threw one to her, resisting all my urges to peek. She soon emerged with the towel wrapped round her middle. It just covered her breasts and left gave me a fantastic look at her legs. Nothing of her curves was left to the imagination. "Wow, you’re stunning, use my shower whenever you like!" I said quickly and somewhat lamely.She laughed. "You look pretty good yourself, mate!" she said, and smiled. She turned and looked slyly at me and purred, "Would you massage my shoulders.