“I guess don’t have to ask if you had a good time tonight,” shesaid.“No, in fact, I found your establishment rather stimulatin....”I pulled a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet, handed it to her and told herto keep the change.“Thanks, and do come again,” she said.“Oh, I certainly hope so.” I turned and left the bar.As I somewhat expected Karen was nowhere to be seen in the hotel lobby. I mademy way to my room, replaying the night’s. She had just pulled off her T-shirt and was standing in the little cubical wearing just her panties. Since her breasts weren't all that large she often went without a bra.She wondered why she hadn't warn a bra that day, she knew that she was going shopping for new clothes, and would've normally put one on for modesty's sake. For a nervous moment, Andrea looked around the booth wondering if there were security cameras or two-way mirrors being used.She couldn't see anything that looked. Anyway, I work at the local paper-shop where she would always call in on Fridays mornings to buy 5 large "Mars" bars; these as you well know are around 8 inches long and have a 2 inch girth. She would always look at me in a suggestive manner when she placed the chocolate bars into my hand. Quite innocent of course, but, she lived next door to me and I didn't see too much of her because of her job, but always on a Friday evening in the summer she'd sit in her garden sunbathing, and quite often. Many minutes later, she heard Emma calling out, first from the lounge and then closer from her bedroom."Hey, morning!" said Emma, poking her head round the doorway. She wore a T-Shirt and probably nothing else. Her hair was ruffled but still glorious; her T-Shirt hung loosely away from her slim hips. Her tanned legs parted very slightly as she leaned against the door, allowing Lauren a view of the hallway beyond, framed by the little girl's thighs and pussy lips."Hi!" smiled Lauren, staring..