If I had my big diddle-fest on the sheets that were already on my bed, I would leave a big wet spot. But it wouldn't matter since when I was done I wo...ld just strip off the dirty sheets, wet spot and all, put on the clean ones, and throw the others in the wash.Then I thought of how great it would feel to be completely naked on those fresh cotton sheets, laying there getting myself off over and over. I knew that would just add to the whole experience. So I figured, what the hell? I could always. She tanned daily by the pool when she could, often naked if she thought the risk was minimal. Frankly, if someone did peep at her, she figured they’d certainly be enjoying a pretty nice view. All right — Sonia had now improved her body, it was time to improve her mind. She started taking classes at the University, the same one Monica attended. She was surprised to find out her Creative Writing class was headed by her brother-in-law Patrick, her sister Ingrid’s husband. Sonia had always admired. Her muscles contracted in response then relaxed as she found a steady rhythm on her clit. It was physically impossible for me not to get hard while watching her creep towards orgasm. It was going to take a while though seeing as I had over-exerted my poor member throughout the weekend. Thankfully I had plenty of time. Over the weeks, it took her longer and longer to get to orgasm, but the reward was that her orgasms got stronger and stronger. The night before, she came so hard her abs and. If the bottom half was as good as the top, well…… I knew she wasn’t wearing stockings and it was easy to release the clip of her skirt to have it fall to her feet revealing that she wore a pair of lace panties. Panties that didn’t quite conceal what was between her thighs, a neat bush of pubic hair that was the same colour of the hair on her head, a lovely one at that. I slowly moved down to my knees, kissing her from her breasts downwards, my tongue weaving a path down past her naval and her.