But Trish squeezed and squished herself around me, brought me back into focus.After the conclusion — rather successful, by the by — of the Birdie ...& Trish Extravaganza, the three of us took a shower. Then back to the sofa, no porn for now, just the idle chit and chat of three lifelong pals.Then Trish’s watch chirped; she’s the type, just like Ms. Sloane, who sets her life up for regular alerts. She grinned at Froggy, “Hmm, 7:30, just enough time. Fly me to the moon, honey.”Dinner at 8.She lay. I just looked sheepishly at the floor. ‘I’m waiting for an answer, how long has this been going on? Don’t lie to me, I will know.’ I told her the truth ‘A couple of months. I don’t know why, but...’ ‘Save your excuses.’ she responded ‘Is all my stuff back where it belongs?’ I nodded. ‘That’s how I knew, I kept finding stuff in the wrong place in my wardrobe, you really should have been a little more careful.’ I groaned. ‘What about my knickers? I hope they are clean.’ I fidgeted a little then. He didn’t know where she got her special lotion but it was amazing, it made her skin so soft and the smell was intoxicating. He loved to sit and watch her paint her toes- the way she carefully applied the deep red nail polish to her little toes, the way she lifted her feet and spread her toes as far as she could when she was done in order to not get the polish ruined while it dried. Watching her do that made his cock throb, all he could think of was taking each toe in his mouth, but he knew she. Could I give you a hand?” She looked at me and smiled. “Oh you’re a doll, I’m Renee and I would so love it if you could help. I guess I bought out the store.” As we walked to the elevator, we made some small talk to get to know each other. I said something about how she should have timed her return to when her husband came home and she wouldn’t need any help then. She told me she wasn’t married. I remember thinking to myself things might be looking up. As we arrived at her apartment, she.