"I'm Diana. Just Diana. I didn't change it. I guess it fits me. Hey." She rose up on her elbows. Tony plopped down on the blanket beside her. Diana co...ld see that she had wavy brown hair, too. She had styled it shorter, but still left it curly. And her eyes were deep brown. She was in a bikini too. But a little smaller than Diana's. Tony had an infectious smile. That meant that Diana caught herself grinning like a ninny. She stopped that abruptly as she sat completely up and tucked her legs. Using this bathroom was new for Richard and Eleanor, but both appreciated the luxury.After everybody was settled and comfortable, Lady Carter and her daughter picked up Lucy and Ellen to visit Wilson’s Fashion on Bond Street. Elisabeth Wilson, the owner, was an old friend of the family who had started her business in a small shop in Portsmouth’s Mulberry Street that she had rented from Anthony Carter. For close to twenty years, Elisabeth Wilson had made the dresses for Harriet Carter and the. I was able to slip my pants off just in time to get behind her before she stepped into the shower, pressing my pulsing cock against the crack of her wonderful ass. She let out a slight moan of approval. "Shouldn't I shower first" she whispered erotically. "Let me give you a reason to first..."With that, she lifted one leg onto the rim of the bathtub as I slid the head of my cock between her pussy lips, relevling in every subtle splash of her juices. She let out a deep moan, grabbed my cock and. " I said, "I thought it was John." No, I watched him disappear down the road before I came round." Said Anne, "I thought an early morning call might surprise you." It does." I said."I can see that," she replied obviously looking at my tits.I looked down and realised my robe was quite open and Anne had a nearly full view of my breasts. I instinctively pulled my robe closed but Anne reached forward and pulled it open again saying, "Oh don't spoil my view. You know I just love your body Mary.".