I got off the ground and the brunette looked into my eyes as I walked her over to the chain link fence against the brick wall. Water was leaking from ...a pipe onto her back as I placed each of her hands on the chain link fence. I reached down and parted her legs and she arched her big ass and stood on her tippy toes. The blonde had crawled over and she spit on my dick then I spit on my middle finger and touched the brunette anus for the first time. The brunette eyes began to tear and she shook. We fit together likejigsaw pieces, perfectly complementing each other, it was simplywonderful.There was just one problem, this experience was mind blowing, it wasmagical, it was, I realized, not enough. It was like junk food, it wasfun, it was delicious, but it was not something that you could haveconsistently or make a diet of. Suddenly I realized what the emptyfeeling I had felt the whole afternoon had been, I was craving to befilled, to be penetrated, to be run through, run through by a man.. My mom has some high end and expensive soap and shampoo in her shower and in my mind, I smelled like a sophisticated woman afterwards. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels, wrapping one around my sandy blonde hair and using the other to dry off my body.I decided to raid my mom's supply of moisturizers to complete my pampered evening when I found her vibrator. I was hornier than I was tired and I had never used a vibrator before. I remembered a girlfriend joking about how she heard. The manicure lady and the pedicure lady fussed over me longer than my regular people. Finally, the make-up technician concocted a brew that she claimed would keep wrinkles, sags and blemishes at bay. I sure hoped it would work, because I dreaded Rex seeing me Sunday morning, if he got to the bathroom before me. Moonlight picnic dinner was fantastic: ciabatta was still fresh, the wine chilled, not enough breeze to snuff the candles. Rex ordered a fruit tray and we took that back inside. Sorry,.