She lay the skirt aside as well, and sat on the antique wooden chair roll to unclasp her garters and roll the vintage silk stockings down her legs.She... strode to the tub, swung her petite frame gracefully over the edge, and let herself slowly sink into the steaming water and mound of bubbles. She felt the water wash and flow over her, drawing her into a separate world of relaxation. As she lay her head back against the molded pillow fitted to the end of the tub, her eyes closed and she let out a. And he had been so good about respecting her time, most of the time at least. He made her feel like she had it all under control, even though they did such crazy things together. This was her first time getting shown, though. Most of their sexual encounters had been private, or at least a lot more private than this. Ace whispered in her ear when they drew the third man into the group—a short, skinny young man with Asian features. “Talk to him, ask him about his cock,” Ace said for her hearing. I started to clean, and just let that bit of constructive behavior completely erase Henry.And, it was beautiful, in its own little way. For the first time in years I felt completely liberated. I'd pick up a vase, and spray some dust spray on some table that had been in Henry's family since George Washington, and ran that little cotton rag around on it, and to be honest, felt more female doing that than I'd felt anything, doing anything, since forever. I couldn't stop. I didn't stop. I. Then I called Max over to me.With his warm hairy coat up against my skin I shivered with excitement.The pure intimacy of the moment was intoxicating. My cunt tingled.Then tentatively reaching into his warm brown loins I began stroking and fondling his silky black sheath, whispering and cooing encouragingly as I did so. Soon I felt a throbbing in my hand.Max was now letting out soft wining calls of desire to me that were so thrilling. His sheath was expanding in my hand and his red tipped cock.