Yeah.The sensations rising up from her honey pot rippled and tingled their way through Tricia’s torso rising up to her chest. She hadn’t been wit... a girl in a long time, not since the summer before college. It felt so good; the masseuse smelled like sex and patchouli. She wanted to roll over and pull the redhead on top her naked body, skin to skin.“Tricia,” the redhead said.“Hello, and I don’t remember; what’s your name?” Tricia mumbled.“It’s Anne; we were in Mr. Curtin’s chem class one. I did not have my purse with me and needed to do something with the bra and panties. I decided to just leave them hanging in the bathroom.I calmed myself down and opened the door to leave. There was a twenty-something guy waiting for the bathroom. I quickly passed him without making eye contact and walked back to the bar with Bill. I felt that all eyes were on me, even though I am sure that they weren’t. Bill and I kept talking and whispering, and soon his hand moved up my leg and under my. She’s getting older. I remember when I was a kid I thought she was so old. Now I’ve lived long enough that it seems funny to me that I ever thought of her that way. Because it’s not important how old she is. It doesn’t really matter. She’s been there for us every day no matter what. The only things that matter to her are how healthy and happy we are and how much she loves us. So I think the only thing that should matter to us is that she know how much we all love her. I know I haven’t told her. ‘You’re up early,’ Will commented. ‘Yeah, I’m the crazy boss that gets up before everyone else to make sure all is well.’ ‘You work too hard,’ Will said, grinning as he pulled her to him and kissed her. She kissed him back with such urgency, remembering how restless her night had been just thinking of him. His hands gently moved up her back, stroking her back lovingly, his fingers tracing her rib line as he pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. She blushed as he unclasped her bra and let.