The tapes that we had been listening to hadaccomplished there objectives. Mandy then told me to clean her up. Idove into her pussy with a fury. I suck...d on her clit as she climaxedagain. Her legs held my head in place and I thought she might cause myhead to pop. After a half an hour of eating her I slipped a finger into her ass. Shemoaned and I put a second and then a third into her ass. As her legsloosened her grip she told me to lie on my back saying she was going tofuck me again. She slipped. I could see he had a mailer just like mine."Yes,", I asked. "What can I do for you?" Uh...... I am looking for an Inga Voss. I have some stuff that must be hers and this is the only address I have."This was becoming a familiar routine. "Is that a mailer from Mail Order Brides?" Uh..... yeah, I sent in for a......date with a lady from the list, but they sent me this weird stuff instead, Look, I got a rental agreement here that says she rents a room here. Is it true?" I have the feeling it will. The water was moving with a lot of force as it rushed against her snatch. Lifting one leg, she opened herself even more and felt the water push deeper into her pussy, making her pump her hips towards the watery penetration. The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced before. One hand stroked her breasts...pinching her nipples as her hips moved slowly underwater. She turned onto her side and rested her foot on the edge of the tub, leaving her pussy wide open to the pounding water. "What the hell! Where are all my undergarments? No bra's. No panties! Oh, great! A pair of pantyhose. I'm not going to wear those. Okay. The closet. There has to be something in there. What the HELL? I can't wear an evening gown. Not even a pair of sweats or anything? I was on the verge of going all the way back downstairs, when I spotted my silky, thigh length, white bathrobe hanging behind the door. It was one of those like you find at Victoria Secret's. It had little rose flower prints all.