"Mmmmmm," I answered, kissing her pert nipples, "as soon as I get you dried off. Can't have you catching cold, you know!" I opened the curtains and gr...bbed a towel and patted her body dry, while she dried her hair in another towel. Then she rubbed the same towel over me while I dried my hair. No word was said as we touched and inspected one another, although it was clear that Sue thought she was maintaining the upper hand. It was also clear, at least to me, that Susan lingered a bit when. ! So my left hand was inside her petticoat which is squeezing her boobs, and the right hand on her pants, and she was massaging my dick, as she was doing that I slowly moved my right hand down from hip to the her pussy, and started to rub at her pussy,She was rubbing my dick and I was rubbing her pussy, she was excellent, think she could have did some exercise about keeping her hand at her back for long time… am not sure whether I missed my bus stop or not, but am not worried about to reach my. After closing the bar that night and finally getting to bed I had the best jerk off session I have ever had. The next morning, went I went to count my tips from the night before, I saw some wadded up scraps of paper mixed in with them This is normal, usually just napkins with drawings or scribbles on them. I usually save these and look at them the next day to see if anything interesting is on them. As I looked through them I saw a napkin with one word written on it…Tammi…with a heart drawing. She stood up and walked over to the bed. She lay down on it next to Amna, her long thin legs stretched out beyond Amna’s and her satin supported breasts pressed against Amna’s back. “You poor sweetheart!” She continued running her manicured nails along Amna’s spine. She then, with a touch of boldness, put her hand between Amna’s legs and brushed her pubic hairs. Amna made no response. She looked towards the poster of Susan, a penis deep inside her cunt and another probing at an angle into her.