Sitting on the seat I slid my trouser back down and began to touch my cock again. I was still very scared but also incredibly excited as I played with... myself and started to get back to full erection.There was a knock on the door and I stood up pulling my trouser back up to my hips but leaving them undone. As I opened the door just a crack I saw the guy standing there. Mid 40s, tweed jacket, bearded. I opened the door a little more to let him in. Once inside he turned and bolted it immediately.. I grasp the message and come back to my investigation underneath the clothes.I explore the details of the ass crack, the folds of the anus and the entrance of the vagina. She is naked under the kilt. I confirm a nice and smooth depilation except above the slit. I pull on the sparse hair remaining on her pubis before I go back playing with the clit under its hood. I alternate between back and front side. I leave my fingers at the entrance of the vagina and slowly caress the lips to collect her. Climbing into the tub, he found the soothing water so relaxing.When he returned to the bedroom he held his towel up above his chest. "If only I had real breasts so the towel would look better when worn." He thought as he went and got his breast forms and a bra from his dresser. "Just glad I?m trusted to clean my own room and doing my own laundry."The sound of his sandals clicked across the tile of the kitchen while his breast forms bounced with his movement to the washer and dryer. Besides his. As I had taken a head bath I stood right in front of the window and opened up the towel and started rubbing my hair with it. I made sure my nice big boobs were right in front for the worker to have a good look at. For about five minutes I flung my hair in various directions moving my body and allowing the boobs to bounce at those movements. After drying up my hair I wrapped them in the towel to dry it further and turned around to walk towards the dresser. In the mirror I tried to see if I could.