I lay there dick in hand and embarrassed and she just stared at my hard cock. She started to speak, "Sorry I came in to get a towel, I meant to go in ...the bathroom for it" she explained never taking her eyes off my cock. "Wrong room sorry". "Next door over" I told her with a bright red face and still hard but, shrinking cock. She's been to this house a 1000 times over the years she knows where the bathroom is, I thought.She stood there in the doorway in her pink bikini looking hot, but, not. )Waiting for him at home were his twins. Johnny and Paul had been going to kindergarten since September and would tell you that they were big boys now. They weren’t, however, too big to be picked up. And waiting with them was Carolyn. His wife was snooty and spoiled by all her time in school getting her Ph. D. in economics, but she was hot. She tended to bite off more than she could chew, but she had been getting enough rest recently. Then, too, he was a homeowner now. They’d bought a house the. It had been just over two weeks since Rachel had thrown the credit card down on the table and walked out the door — had 'cut him loose', as it were. The lyrics were a direct reflection of his thoughts and feelings since then. He hadn't seen her since the break-up, nor had he heard from her. He thought it very likely that she was indeed cursing his very name.The National Watcher article and photographs had come out four days after Rachel had left. Rachel's only comment to the reporter who'd done. Yana whimpered.I grabbed her ass with one hand and dragged her closer. I then planted a little kiss on her hip, feeling her dick brush against the side of my face. The enticing scent of genitals teased my nostrils, but I resisted the desire to sniff closer. I planted an arc of soft, butterfly kisses up her hip, over her stomach, and down to her other hip. Yana mewled in pleasure."Suck me," she whispered."Oh, I will," I said, but I hadn't finished experiencing her.I pressed my nose against her.