"Do I look okay?" Rachel asked when we were in the lift."Ravishing," I responded.Winnie's door was open and noise filled the vestibule. We just walked... in. There must have been two dozen people there. We were most likely the youngest by a decade. We were spotted almost instantly."Oh, there you are! Come in! There are so many folks for you to meet." Winnie was hostess and mistress of ceremonies. She introduced us to a couple near the entry and then towed Rachel off, saying "You must meet the. The fourth side had a driveway leading to an alley, but the gates were secure and the chain link fence had plastic slats that made the area mostly private. I looked around and saw that the roll up receiving doors on the other units were closed, with mine being the only one wide open. Yep, I was all alone and figured this would be a great place to play on future work holidays too. On this day though I still hadn’t finished any actual work, and still had my 2pm possible hookup to look. ) Nothing wrong that needed medical attention, except maybe... Well, on to the next step."Lay on the bed, please. On your back. That's right. Now raise the knees slightly and spread your legs. Thank you."Visual inspection showed labia well-formed and normal in virtually every respect. I gently probed with an index finger. No problems discernible inside. Now, the first test. Her vagina remained unlubricated even after clitoral manipulation. Aha!"Are you able to masturbate to orgasm, ma'am?"She. She was washing her hair, the suds running down her back into the valley formed by the perfect orbs of her ass. She rinsed her hair, picked up the soap and proceeded to wash her long curvaceous body. She reached down to soap up her long shapely legs giving me a clear view of her exposed womanhood, smooth, with a thin covering of downy orangey-red pubic floss over her mound, her labia blooming forth like the pink petals of a young flower. She put her hand holding the soap behind her body rubbing.