He had, since he could remember himself. There was a certain ritualistic nature to his day, and he honored it diligently. After his morning espresso, ...ith exactly 20 grams of coffee and only a thin layer of foam, he would head out to work at precisely 8 a.m. At 5 p.m, he would leave work and head to a nearby swimming pool, to exercise and calm his nerves. At 6:30, he would return home, and, if no social gatherings where in store ,(purely for business reasons), he would cook a nice, eclectic. I am not just saying that. Do you feel they think I am attractive enough?”“Of course! They both wanted you last night.”“But you are considerably younger, firmer, trimmer, and … as much as I hate it, you don’t sag at all.” To emphasize my point, I hefted my breasts up. She laughed. “I’ll prove it to you. Let’s go downstairs and see the guys.”That was when she looked at the clock on the bed stand for the first time. “It’s late! Their breakfast isn’t ready and they are probably already. She had the water running and had adjusted it to a comfortable temperature before we entered the shower. Although the hotel supplied body-wash, among other things, Maureen had brought her own soap, and we showered with it. We spent a good bit of time in there washing each other and fooling around. I washed her all over, and I do mean ALL over. I spent considerable time rubbing her scented soap into her creamy alabaster skin, while paying particular attention to her fine breasts and other. ‘How about Thomas?’ Cherie said with a hearty laugh. Thomas felt himself blush at that. Cherie moved, face down and faced the end of the couch. She wiggled her ass high into the air and Thomas watched as Irina strapped the dildo on to her slender body. She moved behind Cherie and slammed the toy, none-too-gently, into her lover’s cunt. Cherie’s body shook with pleasure as the blonde lesbian fucked her with the sextoy. ‘GODDAMMIT, I’d forgotten how good you were with that thing!’ she screamed.