" Where it's a lot dryer." I could hear the water gushing off the eaves.Her glance was moving down the front of me, wavered a moment before she brough... it up again. "Now that I got you out of your wet clothes, I don't know what to offer you to wear." It doesn't matter."Quickly she stepped forward, grasping me tenderly and holding me for a second, her glance was on my face. "You're too beautiful to wear clothes." So we'll be nudists."Her face brightened. "That would be fun. Could we have a. The nightie was rather like a slip, with broad shoulder straps.It was only just long enough to hide my knickers. It felt divine and oneagain I was reminded of my teenage dressing up escapades. But there wasno erection. I was too exhausted. We got into bed and I was soon driftingoff to sleep in her arms. I felt as if she was cuddling me like herdaughter. Or perhaps more like her son dressed up in pretty girlishclothing.The next morning after I emerged from the shower she informed me that shehad. ." You'll do fine, just take it slow," he said not unkindly.I opened my mouth wide and accepted about half his length before quitting. I wondered what it would be like to try taking it in certain other places. Probably pretty nice, given a proper warm-up. Not that I was any kind of expert in such things, as I'd only been laid twice before and only once with any noticeable appreciation on my part.His cock was like a thick snake, thrusting in my mouth, fucking my throat. I did my best to keep up,. A cup of coffee slid across the table at her, and she stared at it for a moment, her brain processing what it was, and what it was for. The toaster dinged, and Angel jumped, having not noticed that it was even on and in use. A moment later, a plate of scrambled eggs and two pieces of toast slid across the table at her. Angel stared at the plate, her brain still not awake enough to process the events of the morning. Rich turned the stove off, and walked around the table to set a fork next to.