This was a dream. None of us were going to get burned by hot fat. They were all doing a great job of preparing a gourmet meal, but I was Gordon Rams...ay, and this was Kitchen Nightmares , so I just pretended they were incompetent, because it was more fun that way. "You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!" I cried. "You call that chopping parsley!" The cute pink-cheeked little butter ball was actually doing an awesome job, but I wanted to tell her off and spank her big bottom. And that is just. She'd taken her bra off and was now completely naked and the full beauty of her mature body was exposed. Her breasts, though they sagged slightly, were still pretty firm and her nipples were hard and inviting.I was sitting on the side of the bed and patted the mattress beside me, watching as she crossed the room towards me. My erection was jutting up from groin and, as soon as she was seated, her slim fingers wrapped around it. Hazel wanted this as much as I did.I eased her gently backwards. ’ ‘Well don’t go chasing young women all hours and your tiredness will magically disappear,’ she cackled. ‘Listen, could you postpone you visit for a couple of months? Gene’s sister in England has died so we’re going for the funeral and plan to stay a few weeks roaming around. Sorry to drop this on you dear but deaths rarely are convenient.’ ‘I’m in LA, arrived less than three hours ago.’ ‘Oh my, what do you want to do?’ ‘Stay at your summer house as arranged — I won’t wreck it.’ It was. Even if I had wanted to masturbate, I couldn't have. Adrenaline had made an erection impossible.After about 20 minutes, I heard the door open, then voices. There were at least two girls coming!Obviously, one took the empty stall, but the other tried the door of the stall I was in.I could hear the girl in the other stall really clearly. I heard a rustle as she (presumably) dropped her pants, then immediately a really loud continuous splashing jet of piss echoed around. It went on for about a.