As I applied the lotion further up her legs, I found myself leaning closer, rubbing my lubed hands over her warm soft skin. Carmichael, your bathroom door was open that Saturday morning and I watched you make yourself cum twice, talking about eating my pussy. Cynthia had the duck confit and after seeing it simmering, I had to have the Bouillabaisse. Yes, that’s it. Her expression got serious. By lunch time it was still not done, so Stephanie took me to the cafeteria and we ate together. It was going to be a hot one. I had to do something to calm myself and thought about retrieving the silver dildo for round two, but thought, “I don’t even need it.”
I sat on the bench in the walk-in shower, leaned back and let the water run as I closed my eyes and imagined peeling off her bikini bottoms. Cynthia looked at me and nodded her head toward the phone, indicating I should reply.
