I could hear Chris or Scott was having a pre-sleep shower, and I waited patiently for my turn. I was lucky enough that Chris was taking a cold shower... to cool his excitement, which only built up mine. When he finished I passed him in the hallway, he was stark naked and was still slightly dripping as he passed with his towel over his shoulders. His cock was now soft, but no less scary for its size. I thought I was large. I may be well endowed, but that thing is scary. Not to be crass, but I. When I finally calm down enough, I realise several things at once, one of which is that the water is completely cold and another that the floor is soaked, not that I really care. I turn and kiss my man hard tasting myself on his lips and tongue. " Feeling better now baby,' he asks. " Yes, much better" I answer. " Good, get dressed and we'll go" I hurry and dress,planning my retaliation at the soonest possablity. We get in the car and start driving, were are we going i ask again . You;ll. She nearly fell from her chair when seconds later someone pounded on her door. It was not the polite knock of someone coming to pay a visit, but a startling succession of bangs, similar to the action police take when they are about to burst open a door and take a criminal by surprise.Clara got up and opened the door to find the Russian woman standing there, holding a vacuum cleaner in one hand and a duster in the other. She didn’t give Clara a chance to talk and dove right into the reason she. “I think Eric knows him.”“He does,” Liz said. “The guy’s name is Scott Van Winkle. Uh, Eric said the guy has a beachfront home up the coast.”I frowned. The fad of privatizing the coastline was one of my biggest pet peeves.“I know, it sucks,” Liz said. “But he called Eric last week and told him to let us know we could use his house for access if we wanted some privacy for sunbathing. I thought...”She gave me a cute little look to let me know that she wanted to do it but not if I was going to be.