“Robby, stand up, honey.” She told him, trying to pull him up off the toilet seat. She got him in a standing position, turning him so he could lea... against the wall, and leaned over to unbuckle his pants. Her nightgown was now so open that he could see straight down the gown and see both of her breasts entirely. He eyes were half open now and I saw that, drunk as he was, he was enjoying the view. As she leaned over more to pull his pants off, he reached out with one hand as if to steady. My eye was most often drawn to the one I call Cleopatra, because she carries herself like a queen.Tall -- maybe even 6 feet -- she still manages to avoid that string bean look. Instead, she's beautifully proportioned. Proud breasts balanced by an ass so tempting it makes me flex my fingers each time I see it. Luscious legs, arms with just enough definition to show that she works out but she's not a musclehead. Oval face with wide, flaring nose, plump lips, almost almond-shaped eyes half-lidded. He began to soap his body, white lather and bubbles formed, clung onto his dark nut brown skin, a contrast of colors. Max was a fairly skinny tall man, in his late thirties, with medium length black hair matching the short curly pubic hair. The water poured on to his black hair and drizzled down his body. Feeling the warmth of the water and soft lather of the soap on his skin he began to touch his cock. The cock throbbed in his hands as he began to slide his palm and fingers around it as he. She started to mumble, “wha... ?”I shushed her in the darkness. “Quiet, we don’t want to wake her up.” I found and guided her hand to my erection. “I’ve waited so long to get this inside you. Can you feel how hard it is?”After a moment, with my finger still inside of her, but otherwise still, she nodded. “Do you want me to take you tonight? Fill you with this big cock?” A long pause, then she thrust her hips against my hand and nodded. “Can you be quiet for me?” She nodded, no pause this time..