So I had cleaned up and got myself all ready for bed, and had looked in on my boy, sleeping there, in the little extra room across from mine.And I was... pretty tired out from the long day, and I knew Bill wasn't expecting nothing from me. He never put any kind of pressure on me to come and visit him in his bedroom. He always left it to me to decide, about when and how often. I think he liked it, that it was always a little surprise, when I did come in there and crawl into his bed, late in the. Her legs stretched out straight, and went all the way up from the floor to her round buttocks. I felt the elephant stir once more as I gave her an appreciative whistle. She giggled, and, stepping out of the suit, bent down to pick it up. I could see her outer lips as she bent over. They were completely hairless, and darker than the rest of her skin. They were slightly puffy, making two rounded berms either side of a narrow valley, resting between the more rounded hills that were her ass. Margaret was out for the night running her own errands and catching a movie (by herself, I know, weird), so we had the place to ourselves. I waited until after we finished eating to begin the talk. Adrienne already knew quite a bit about Damien, and she also knew I'd been sleeping with him regularly for the past several weeks.What shocked her was the extent of my sexual escapades in his penthouse.I know she didn't mean to do it, but the expression of revulsion on her face as I told her what I'd. "She turned around to look at me. I was disappointed to see that her breasts were concealed behind an old-fashioned apron.The disappointment must have shown on my face. Aunt Marti laughed. "I've learned a lot of important things in my life, Max. One of the more practical things was that you should never fry bacon in the nude. I won't tell you the circumstances but lets just say that some lessons are more painful to learn than others."She leaned over the bed to kiss my forehead.I put my arms.