She had no problem relieving herself, and felt relaxed. She made sure her bladder and rectum were empty, and wiped very thoroughly. She thought for a ...oment, then called to the Doctor through the door."Should I take all my clothes off in here?" Yep," he answered, "if you want to; it'll save some time."Tonya took her shoes & socks off, and slipped off her pants & panties; her shirt was next, and finally, her bra. She looked at her nakedness in the mirror, imagining how her body would be. She drew her soft fingers gently along that deep crevasse of pleasure, and Connie thrust her cunt up off the towel to meet those innocent, u******e, caressing fingers. She couldn't hold back, "Oh yes, oh fuck, touch your auntie. Feel my pussy, play with auntie's pussy," she groaned. By now, Isabella was also in full arousal. Connie was playing with Isabella's gorgeous, pointy, puffy nipples and marvelling at the size of their protuberance, as they seemed to be sticking out an inch at least.. Somehow she felt quite comfortable with how things had turned out and saw no reason to break the spell that Lionel was obviously under.She dismissed him with barely a word, waving him away before she had even left the bed, even refusing his offer to put away the clothes she had discarded the night before.She had been amused when she woke to look down and see the sleeping Lionel, his hands clutching at one of her shoes, his face still shrouded by her panties. She’d told him to go, knowing he. What would I do? What would I say? Question after question coursed through my mind; I found myself astray. I was lost in thoughts of Riccardo’s hands, violent on in my mind and tender on my body. I wanted nothing more than to turn around and give myself to him. But thoughts like those were ludicrous, and immature. I was nothing more than a bit of amusement and arousal for a night. Wanting more was a precarious desire. What seemed like hours was actually a quick fifteen minute drive. Not even.