”“What you need is someone who will see to it that you eat properly, and will keep your clothes up to scratch, and will amuse you,” she said, �...Perhaps a widowed lady who understands your grief,” Like me?David took his chance, “Speaking of eating properly, I must be off. I have a table booked for lunch at the Lisboa,” I’m willing to try.“With anyone interesting?” she asked artlessly, Can I come?“No, I’m eating alone,” he relied, thinking, I wonder if... and added, “Unless you would consider. I chose to wear a pastel linen shirt with a pair of light cotton chinos. I had deck shoes on my feet. I felt I had a warm healthy glow to my whole body and I had developed a golden tan which had also turned my dark hair a shade lighter. The other guys were dressed similarly to me and we decided to have a quick beer while we waited for Wendy and Katie.Fifteen minutes later the girls made their way into the room and I thought they looked incredible with their impeccable but understated makeup,. I looked down my length in the bath, seeing my pink nipples harden as I thought, they were sitting atop of perfect ‘Cup Caked’ breasts, both jutting proudly through the soapy suds, and as I my mind drifted dreamily, my hands run over them, feeling my hard rubbery nipples brush each finger in turn, and continue down my silky soft sudsy flat stomach, and down there I cupped myself, still hairless and very girlish, my labia swelling in my dreamlike feeling, ‘Fuck I am getting horny’, I flashed. She calmly breathed in and let the sexual attraction dissolve her jealousy. She looked at her ring finger and then down at her boobs and slowly rubbed her legs together squeezing her soaking wet lips against one another. Krista dropped to her knees first before my shirt was unbuttoned and pulled tightly on her bottom lip as she unfastened my belt. Stacy stepped to my side and slid her hand in my shirt grazing her fingertips on my stomach and chest. Elizabeth quietly leaks a moan watching them.