He feigned sickness, hoping it would drive her off and it worked. If it were any other circumstance, Marshall would have liked nothing more than to in...ite her in and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. But any feelings or fantasies he held for her were long gone. He could care less if he ever saw her again. He had a new focus.Strangely, since beginning the build, he had not heard from her or even seen her shadowy form. He had to take regular breaks for masturbation or a go around with the Big. She couldn't keep her eyes off him as they stripped. The clean lines of his muscles, his broad, bare chest, and the glow of his skin illuminated only by the streetlamp outside held her captive. This evening, she thought, was going to be very enjoyable.Lou's first words jolted her. "Get on your hands and knees." And, when she had, "Back up to the edge of the bed and spread your legs."At first he only caressed her, gently rolling her left nipple between thumb and forefinger while his other hand. My shaved balls sucked up tight to my body. I pushed the curtain aside and stepped in. I let the warm water cascade over my body which is really relaxing after a good workout. I looked down at my still erect member and silently rebuked myself for letting that fucking Bimbo get to me so bad. I hardly registered the sound of the other shower turning off. I had my back to the curtain and just as I began a slow turn, a small hand with extra long nails gently pushed it aside and in stepped Cindy!. Marcy felt wicked as her long legs flashed through the slit in her dress. She could feel that her nipples were getting hard. Like every woman, she knew when men were looking at her and if they liked what they saw. Plenty of the male diners in the restaurant saw her and, she sensed, they liked what they saw.The meal was wonderful. Marcy couldn't remember when she had more fun. No worries about the children. A sense of freedom that she had never felt before. They were laughing, holding hands and.