I excused myselffrom the family, much to Wendy's disappointment, but she understood. Iheaded for my new bedroom, took off my peignoir and slippers an... gotcomfortable in bed. With wild imaginings swirling in my head I was soonin dreamland.Chapter Three - The Next DayI awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon frying and the aroma ofcoffee in the air. My stomach began to growl. I stretched, got dressedin my peignoir and slippers, checked the bow in my hair (it was stillstraight). All I had to. She did have a good figure. Firm breasts, flat stomach and shaven pussy. Her nipples seemed to be quite erect. Perhaps she was affected when she saw me naked with a slight erection."I think you like seeing me in the nude, Peter. Your cock seems to be a little hard." "It would grow even more if you would let me caress your breasts." Why not? No harm done if you do."I stood behind her, cupped her breasts and fondled her nipples. My cock was pressing against her back."That`s nice, Peter. Now let. She was all shy now. "Oh well, nothing special," she said. I slapped her butt. "Don't tell me stories," I said. "What did you think of the last time you did it to yourself?" She breathed in deep: "Well... honestly? I imagined you watching me at it." At what?" I asked. "When you're jerking off?" She nodded slightly. "Well, what're you waiting for?" I asked. We stood by her car and she stared at me confused. "You'd like that?" she asked. "Sure," I said. She asked again: "I mean, would you want. I’m sure I’ve had a woman buck her ass upward, as hard as Katie did, but I couldn’t recall who or when. She went plumb, fucking wild, jerking at my head, thrashing from side to side, and screaming with ecstasy as her orgasm peaked. As it subsided, all she could was moan and say, “yes..yes..yes..yes..yes.”When her hold on my head relaxed, I realized that ol’ Fat Boy was standing at full attention. Never one to waste a second, nor an opportunity to complete a mission, I straightened up and.