"You have the same idea as me, I was just about to go down there myself! Come join me!" I giggled nervously, shedding the terry cloth robe. Years of b...ing a personal trainer had earned me a juicy ass and a tight, toned body. Mason seemed to be thinking the same thing, as I could feel his eyes ripping off my scarcely decent bathing suit and fucking me right then and there. When we got down the stairs, I could already see his erection poking against the almost see-through material of his swim. Me – what conversation. I’m not getting what you are expecting as a reply.R – Hello Mr. Uncle ji, do you think I’m a fool. And I’m sure that you are not a fool too. So don’t try to monkey around with me please.Me – Ramya, what is it that you are after? I’m not clear with that. I promise.I was loosening the grip. The next second she again started to correct the cake make-up on my face. Or at least she pretended that she was. By this, she was not allowing me to loosen the hug. Her deep cleavage. That was as much detail as I could recall. Maybe it was time to change prescriptions. This particular one seemed to trade one kind of nightmare for another. Maybe another visit to my shrink will do me good. He did help get rid of my previous nightmares.But for now, I got to go shower. Mental check: get rid of the alarm clock and buy one with real bells, instead of the one that sounded 'tittit, tittit'."Hey Pat. Mr Punctual's almost late again today. What's up?"I turned around at the annoyingly. We'd had a summer fling when we were young, but now we were in a real relationship. Emmy was older and a mom now, she has a teenage daughter. She's 5'2" tall, with wavy black hair, and plump, about 220 lbs now, mostly in her ass. Her tits are kind of small, 40B, so she is pear shaped. She's still cute though, though more mature. anyway..... Emmy and I had been dating about 2 weeks, and she wanted a new vibrator to carry in her purse. Emmy plays with herself a lot, She always has. So she wanted.