I left a brief message to thank her and let her know that I was looking forward to talking with her or meeting up someplace while I was here so that I... could thank her in person. Hanging up, I decided that I needed to just relax and take a steamy shower while I waited (and hoped) for her to call back.The pulsating heat of the massaging shower-head against my skin invigorated my body, and I couldn't resist the mental stimulation of fantasizing about Grace with me in the shower, inspiring my cock. When the spasms stopped, my body felt overwhelming warm and wet. My face was flushed and I couldn’t focus my eyesight quite yet. All of my senses were working on over load. The heat from the fire and the heat from his body made a single bead of sweat melt across my forehead. The scent of the cedar, vanilla from my lotion I applied earlier that day, his masculine shave cream and now the sweet scent of my sex flooded the air. The sounds of the crackling flames, the steady rhythm of his breathing. You could talk for hours and never got bored. She was tall, british and had red hair. Her accent, her big tits and petite ass made you want her as soon as you saw her but there was one problem. Michelle was one of those girls that as soon as she broke up with a guy she immediately got in a relationship with another and all of her relationships lasted from 6 to 9 months and whenever she broke up with someone you either were out of time, busy or seeing someone you didn't care for. She was one of. Learned a bit at school, but that’s all that stuck, musically. I’ve got a keyboard, but I never got very far with a piano, and I don’t want to lug it around.”“Okay.” She closed the case. “Is that it?”“If I’m not going to be here, we probably should empty the fridge.”She removed butter, Clover, cheese, and some salad stuff, and held up a bottle of milk.“Better tip that away.” I was right – it had turned.“Let’s go, then.” She picked up the case rather easily, then the bag of food.“I don’t like to.