When it was done, she flushed the toilet and washed her hands with soap."We're late," she said, drying her hands with a towel. "Let's go."***Exactly a... advertised, the spa was world class. We had a nice private tour, courtesy of Aunt Helen's fiance (who was a super great guy).All of us bonded while naked. They didn't seem to mind at all. My mother still seemed tense, but she learned to loosen up. And I was really relaxed after that superb handjob which mom gave me. Our mud baths were being. His attention on her was now total. She was tall, with long flowing hair, cascading over her bare shoulders and contrasting vividly with the emerald green brocade corset. Below that was a short black skirt and it was all topped off with impossibly high spiked heels. As a package she was stunning, and Steve found his eyes roaming across her amazing cleavage to her nipped in waist as she approached and wondering if maybe he really was dreaming.She smiled as she crossed the room, just watching. This dreamfelt so real he could not shake the emotions that were starting to floodhis brain. Anger, sadness, confusion...they were swirling in his mind like achaotic storm of negativity. The other women left the locker room and nowit was Jess and Chris. The steam filled the air and he stepped into theshower.The air in the shower felt soothing to Chris' sweaty skin and achingmuscles. It welcomed him into its steamy embrace comforting him anderasing his negative emotions from thought. As he let. “Where is our hotel guest?” I asked Cliff. “He’s taking a shower,” Cliff responded. “But don’t worry, he is not alone.” I was shocked. I had worked in this hotel for years and had never been pulled into a guest’s private party. Bob pulled me aside. “Look,” Bob remarked, “This guest comes here once a year and has, for five or six years. He keeps coming back, because we make him feel welcome. He once told me, he didn’t like to Party alone and that if he had to find another hotel to Party in, he.