I lower myself into the foaming tub, balancing a glass of sweet wine in one hand. I linger, enjoying my wine, sipping the syrupy liquor and holding it... briefly on my tongue before swallowing. When I finish my drink, I set the long-stemmed glass aside and relax more deeply into the hot water.When the bubbles start to dissipate and the bath starts to cool, I shave my legs and my pussy. I’m not expecting company. I’m just doing this for me. I drain the tub and blow out the candles, then I wrap. So about a week passed.it was a early morning in the park,I was waiting in park for anitha.minutes passed,anitha came..my god..what a women she is..she was in free hair with a white transparent tees with a black lower.the highlight is she was in black inners..i could clearly see the straps of her bra.i could’nt control myself.we started to jog by talking.I was quite slower than her to look her matchless waist.she said that her husband didn’t come home last night.he was in a deep relationship. . what about ... my ... uh ... other stripes?” Wendy asked, glancing down at her pubic hair.“I have it on good authority that she does that, too,” I laughed. That was all it took and we were up and out of the house in minutes.We met the rest of our crew at the airport at nine o’clock that night. It was a good thing we had the Mazda as no one wanted to wait at home. We left the airport with Melody, Kate, Wendy, Bree, Allison, and Lissa piled into the car. Whitney would not be coming back from. “Not going out?” I queried.“No point really,” she explained, “I go out to get laid but I’ve been laid so it’s a bit pointless really.” She paused. “What are you going to do?”“Stay in I guess,” I agreed, “There’s not much point going out.”“Tomorrow you can take me down town to show off the new jewellery you’re going to buy me,” she ventured.“I suppose so,” I agreed.“I was joking,” she added, “Lets face it you are hardly likely to want to show me off are you?”“I would like nothing better,” I.