Technically, my ex-husband's house now. I still have my keys and hope that I can get them to work. We pull in and I race you to the door. You have hea...d a lot about this house and I am excited to show you and touch you in every room. My key unlocks the door with ease, as if the very house itself is in on this adventure.We enter the back room, and you see I wasn’t lying about being an artist. My nude figure drawings cover the walls, tables stacked high with all sorts of art supplies and my. About twenty minutes later, the door opened and the two of them walked in. They were both damp from their swim, with their hair wrapped in towels, but otherwise naked. They were also both quite flushed, and I wondered how many orgasms they had already shared in the short time they'd been together.They stopped in the middle of the kitchen, and I looked from one to the other, marvelling at my good fortune in being able to see this array of amazing nudity. My eyes moved from one to the other, and. But she had been assured that most everyone spoke English at the resorts. “Yes, I can’t wait to leave. In fact, we were just going to get some clothes for the trip. You want to go?”“No thanks. I have an appointment to get a Brazilian wax. Bet they can work in another if you want to go with me?”“No thanks. I will just shave.”Selena pats me on the arm: “Poor boy having to deal with stubble. You would never have that if we were still together.” She leans in and kisses me on the cheek.“Pam. I bet. My little pervert, that was so good, and I can already feel it working, just wait until we get out to the car. She paid the tab and went out to the car, and as soon as she sat, she let one rip. Oh my God was it a loud fart. A normal person would have been discusted by an outburst like that, but as you know, I am not normal by any standard. You know, I think that I am going to stop by the liquor store and get some more beer for tonight. When we finally got home, she went to the bathroom and.