And when she got him, she had been really into him. He was sweet enough, and he never neglected or abused her. But he had never seemed quite as excite... to have landed her as she felt to have landed him. And soon that had taken its toll and her own excitement had gone down. She ran her hands across her breasts and tried to imagine that they were Barry’s like she had done before, but she just couldn’t conjure the image up. He was a nice guy and a devout boyfriend, but, as Lauryn’s mother had. Terrified and shocked he was speechless. He felt this person standing between his legs. It felt smooth. Not cloth. And he felt a tug at his dress shirt and heard what sounded like snipping of scissors snapping buttons off all the way to the top to his tie. His under shirt cut all the way to the top. His chest and stomach exposed. The cold air hit him hard. His nipples hardened like they could cut diamonds. The hands flipped his collar up and pulled the shirt down so the tie would stay. Mr. Brooks drew her bath, as Cherie undressed in front of him, showing not a hint of modesty. “That licking felt so good, sir, but when are you going to…Fuck me?” she asked, hesitating before using the F*** word in front of him. “Let’s concentrate on getting you cleaned up before your mother gets home,” he answered, acting unfazed by her language. As the old man washed her hair, Cherie was busy with the bar of soap under the water, between her stretched open legs. “I’m going to get real. I'd be glad to put sunscreen on you two hunks, even let you put it on me, I need some," I suggested saucily as I tossed the bottle to them as they scrambled to catch it. I got down on the chaise and reached back and untied my top. "You each want to do a side?" I asked as they came over to my chair. I lay there as I felt the cool gel hit my back then the boys' hands begin to smear around my back and arms and shoulders gliding smoothly across my skin. It did feel sexy, I must admit. I'm sure it.