I guessed it was either satin or maybe even silk because the fabric had a sheen to it that looked made for Penny’s dark hair. If there are other mat...erials out there that shine that way, don’t blame me for not knowing them, after all I’m just a man. She had a lovely warm smile for me, one that lit up her entire face. A quick look at the other woman and I corrected myself, this was no mere friend, here was Penny in twenty years time, and that assumed Penny aged as well as I expected her to.. She groaned loudly and pulled away. I watched as she pulled the towel away from her body, lying back and spreading her legs. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a small strip of hair just above her pubic bone. Her pussy lips were matted together, already glistening. I smiled at her, leaning forward and kissing her inner thigh. She groaned, placing her hand on my head as I slowly licked her sweet tasting hole. Her hand slid through my hair, massaging my scalp. Her body slowly shook, her legs. I moaned and lifted my ass but quickly I felt the fleeting touch leave.“Turn over, pet,” Gemma instructed.I rolled over. Smiling, she looked at me and let her eyes hungrily run down my body. Refreshing her hands with warm oil, she knelt between my parted legs and massaged my shoulders and then down onto the orbs of my breasts. Her fingers played lightly across my hard nipples and then pulled hard on them. I moaned loudly and, imploringly, looked at her. Patrick and even Tom were forgotten. I. ”Her shoulders slump and her lips take the shape of a pout. She tries a different tack. Lowers her head a little and looks up from beneath her eyelashes. The tip of her pink tongue peeks between her lips. Most men would fall for it. “No,” I repeat. Her nostrils flare and there’s a flash – an instant – of tense anger that stiffens her body. She hates that I know these tricks.“When you’ve earned it,” I say quietly. I point to the doorway. “Go finish what you started.”She mutters something under.