But there weren’t any. So I went to our suite room, sat in the chair at the open balcony door and looked out on the sunset. It made me long for my l...over. I touched myself. I heard some sounds that were familiar, but I wasn’t sure why they were extraordinary. A key turning, a door opening and closing, steps and the squeaking of a sofa or bed. A young female voice sounded through the evening air. “I am taking a shower.” “Yeah, sweetheart, do so.” The male voice was a bit more senior. When I heard. Debbie gently turned metoward the full length mirror to see what Gennie looked like in a'pretty sun dress'. I hate to admit it but I think I looked really sexy,from the neck down anyway. The breasts that I thought were so big turnedout to be in almost perfect proportion to my now enhanced hips and rear,combined with my constricted waist I could have been my dream girl,almost. No matter how good I looked however, I would never look as goodas my wife.As if she could read my mind: "Gennie, you. I watched her nostrils flare as he drew in her own aroma. I watched her winch ever-so-slightly and pull back at her obviously pungent musk. Nonetheless she then popped those two fingers quickly into her mouth. She opened her lips and I watch her tongue move out to greet the incoming fingers. She sucked her fingers in and out twice and quickly. As she removed them she quickly inspected her freshly washed digits and I guess noticed a little residue on he finger finger so gave it one last lick. I. ”Stella smiled to herself as she had received that instruction so many times from women about to discipline her and just as she did all those times she pulled the hem of her dress up and well above her waist before edging her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers and pushing them down to the floor and stepping out of them. She scooped them up and threw them on to the table.Miss Dawkins wondered at the almost enthusiastic approach that Stella was now showing and was more and more convinced.