That was his screen name under which he’d been when they had met in the chat room. They had talked for a while, and enjoyed it. Her boyfriend had ju...t broken up with her. He had still been pining for his first love, who had left him. Perhaps it was just bound to happen. They had grown amazingly open with one another. One night, she admitted. ‘I’m horny,’ she wrote. James almost fell out of his chair. They were very open, yes, but this was still new. ‘Well… I’m not sure what to say….’ he typed. Working on autopilot, I shampooed my hair and began rubbing coconut shower gel into my body. I worked slowly and methodically, rubbing each muscle group until I felt the knots release. The combination of hot steam and my now-relaxed muscles had made me slightly sleepy, almost drunk on my tiredness. It had been a long week at the office. Once I’d washed off the soapy lather, I began rubbing deliciously soft in-shower moisturiser into my skin.This time, I wasn’t so methodical.My hands drifted. Last month, a new customer, Lisa, came in looking for something X-rated. She and her husband had just moved into town. The first thing that impressed me about Lisa was her stunning beauty. At 31, she possessed a glorious mane of platinum yellow hair that brought out the green of her eyes, the fullness of her ruby lips, and accentuated her hourglass figure.She wasn't impressed with our measly stock of smut. "Oh well, my husband's on the road a lot and I needed something to keep me busy at. She could feel his penis start to swell under the denim. She started to rub. Trevor sighed."Only just!" Kipper snorted. They could hear Gina clicking up the cellar steps in her high heels. She always felt she had to dress up when Kipper visited. Perhaps she sensed the teenager's fierce resentment that she was Trevor's bedmate not the youngster. Lambskin boots and old jeans, out! Tweed skirt, stockings and patent leather pumps, on!"Why don't you come to my room tonight after the blonde bitch is.