Civia watched as Rhee and Gracey began wetting their hair preparatory to washing it. I put a bunch of shampoo in my hand and when Rhee’s hair was al... wet, I began washing it.“Oh,” Civia said loudly to be heard over the two shower heads, “I ... I can do that for you, Gracey, if that would be okay.”“I’d like that, Civia. It feels wonderful when someone else, someone I care about, washes my hair.”“Y ... you care ... No, I know you care about me. I appreciate that. I’m sorry, Gracey, I’m not used. A thrill touched her.He walked around his desk when she entered – tall, wearing an impeccable suit and his boyish grin. Ignoring her hand, he hugged her, telling her how welcome she was, and how sorely she’d been missed. His aftershave filled her head; her body felt his muscles through the suit.She blushed when they parted.Sitting in one of his overstuffed chairs she listened to him informing her about the progress of the project that had – ‘regrettably’ – started without her. He explained how. I rolled her now hard nipple in my finger tip.“Oh Brad, I need you to eat me.”I obeyed. She took off her shirt and lay down on the floor. I undid her pants and slowly pulled off her underwear, exposing her trimmed pussy. I could smell it from where I was, just a couple of inches from it.It had that musky scent that pussy usually does. The smell of it turned my on even more. I put my face right over it and went to work. I started by licking around her clit, causing her to moan in pleasure. I. One moment she winced at an unexpected twinge, and the next moment she whimpered at a stimulating jolt.Aflame with desire, her tunnel was primed with copious slick moisture, abetting the powerful insertions of Ivan's tumescent shaft. Legs enveloping his waist, she held tightly as he thrust mightily, the girth of his engorged phallus filling her snug, sodden cunt.He propped himself on one elbow, pumping her with vehemence, longing to gather those quivering teats into his mouth, but content to.