Here, sit yourself down on the edge of the bath”Brenda eased Zoë back to the bath, as she sat Brenda lifted her leg placing it onto a nearby stool....Zoë was positioned with her legs wide open.“Now lets see if it works?” There was not a hair to be seen on her pussy, Brenda could never remember hers this way, the dildo went in with ease, even now there were still remnants of Brian’s massif load showing on the ridges along the dildo as she drew it in and out. Zoë was breathing heavily as Brenda. “You didn’t text me back.” She replied.That was true. She was the one to initiate sexting the night before. I tried talking naughty at first but soon I got bored. I got to be honest here, sexting is not as fun as writing a fantasy sex story. Maybe because I am not good at sexting.I like getting lost in the flow of stories, getting lost in the fantasy world that I have created at that moment. Staring at her naked body, feeling her naked soft skin, smelling her sweet fragrance, tasting her lips. ‘I’ve got a recruiting prospect on ‘hold’ right now. This is all I can do,’ the older man said. Ivan turned to shuffle out of the coach’s office. He took a long look because he knew that it would be his last one. As he reached the door he heard Coach’s voice behind him. ‘Take care of yourself,’ he called out. ************** The months between the end of football season and Ivan’s supposed graduation had been a time of rude awakenings. First, he found that pro football teams were not impressed. “I very much doubt it.”“ Oh well, at least we’re not a strategic target for the Bolsheviks just yet.”Rudi turned to leave when Josef asked,“Rudi, who pressed your uniform?” Rudi looked down at his tunic, found nothing wrong with it and said,“Theresa always does it, like a good little wife. Why?”“ Oh, nothing. It’s just that the old man has hired some new domestics that’s all.” Rudi’s eyes narrowed and he gave Josef a sly smile.“See you later. Oh and don’t forget, I’ve still got that bottle of.