She gently patted my face dry with the towel and then moved in closer to kiss me, wrapping her arms around me and pressing herself against me.She rubb...d her cheek against mine and said, "Nice and smooth!"She pulled back a little and said, "I came to show you something."She pulled her tee shirt over her head and threw it aside and then, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, pushed them down so her shorts puddled on the floor. Underneath, she had on a rose colored lace bra and. "I'd love a maid's uniform like that," Millie thought, "I bet it'sTracy's!" Come in, come in," said Helen. "You must be Millie. I'm Tracy's wifeHelen."Millie entered the hallway, wearing a very, very short blue denim miniskirt, a stretchy pale blue top, nude tights and white stilettos. Tracyappeared and said hello."Wow, Millie, you look fantastic," she said."So do you. And Helen," said Millie admiring her hostess."Come into the lounge," said Tracy. "Helen, please can you fix usdrinks. What. Then she rememberedthe strange coin and put down one of the bowls while she reached intothe apron pocket to grab it. It ended up wedged between her hand andher own bowl of ice cream.Upon entering the living room, Cathy saw yet another commercial on theTV and her husband in his favorite chair with a few comic books in hishands. As she set his bowl on the arm of the chair, Ken said, "I luckedout at the comic shop today, honey. Besides the latest issue ofCatwoman that just came in, they also. I mean, before now I've been used to having twenty or thirty orgasms a week, she thought. It may seem excessive, but that's what I've been used to. No wonder I feel this way.She felt restless, and hungry, and eager. She couldn't sit down. When the lobby buzzer rang, she could feel a hot, tingling sensation start deep inside her cunt, and it didn't stop. God, this is just the way it always is with us, she thought. We're both so hungry for it that we end up doing those awful things to each.