It was warm in my room, so I was in my tight-fitting, short, cut boxer briefs. I finished working my abs, panting a bit. It was quiet in my apartment,... so I started touching myself and feeling my shape in my underwear. Stroking and touching through the fabric, I started to think about the time with Irene and Eva, our unexpected threesome. All of us naked, alive, hungry for each other. She invited Irene and me between her legs, licking her shaved pussy in tandem, our tounges meeting across her. ‘We should. I really have to go,’ and she stopped speaking as his mouth found her nipple and sucked on it like a man who had gone hungry far too long. ‘And what if I say you can’t go?’ he muttered as his tongue flicked over one nipple to the other. Karen’s voice of reason was clouding. She couldn’t speak as the sensation of his touch shot through her like an electrical current. The outside world was fading and there was only his touch, his kisses, and his hands remembering exactly what she. She took her hot tub and the masseur came to get her. When they got to the room, he showed her the rest room where the clean sheets were to cover herself with, she went in put her robe in the dirty and walked out of the restroom nude and only her spa slippers. She said "I hope you don't mind." She thought he might refuse because he said, "The customer is not supposed to be nude according to California law..., to which she quickly, and, smartly answered, "I have slippers on!" What a jewel! . "Poor Yolanda grows more innocent with each telling, Cum Girl." I looked questioningly at her."My name is Arenta and Yolanda and I shared the adolescent dormitory together. She was always brazenly flirtatious especially in the company of Sprites. Contrary to what Yolanda would have you believe, we knew the Sprites of the river grasses well, played with them often in our youth and came to eye their tumescent members with lascivious desire as we experienced our own sexual awakening." "Yolanda.