She walked back to the door and locked it. My heart skipped a beat. Ashley was stunning. Her long dark hair was falling around her face framing her ru...by lips and deep green eyes. She had shiny lip gloss or one of those long lasting lipsticks because her lips were wet without her having to moisten them. She was wearing a black thigh length dress with a zipper in the front which ran from bottom to the top. She had left the zipper down a foot exposing her ample cleavage and the hint of a bright. You caught me looking and broke into a toothy grin. “I bloody love a thunderstorm!” I said, before an awkward silence set in. “How awesome is that rain?!”“It’s amazing,” you replied, still smiling, “can you imagine how soaked we’d be if we were out in it?!” A semi-nervous giggle escaped from those perfect lips and I couldn’t help but picture us outside the window I was looking through. I watched us embrace. I looked on as our lips met and our bodies locked together. I saw every raindrop cascade. Not wanting to kick a gift horse in the mouth I just enjoyed her desirable scent and a forceful climax.This ritual went on for three weeks. Every morning and every night Paige’s panties were on the counter for me to enjoy. Last night she surprised me by having Alishia’s laid out as well. I don’t fight success.One morning Alishia advised me and Paige she and three other lawyers had to go out of town for a week to handle a large case for one of their local clients. She wondered if Paige and I. Between the three of us we concocted a great spaghetti meal, complimented by some crusty bread and a soft red wine, and a candle on the kitchen table to add to the atmosphere. Dishes done and put away again we returned to the veranda with a coffee and Bailey’s. It came time for Lynn to go, again fortunately not far. Ruth and I showered together and lay on the bed, enjoying the coolness of the air conditioner on our bodies while we talked. The conversation of course was mainly about the events.