In the back corner sits a vanity with various hairbrushes and makeup containers and bottles of lotions and potions semi organized on its surface. She rolled her head on her shoulders her skin still glistening wet she chose a lotion from the collection of bottles cluttering the vanity Eric began to try mumbling into the cloth that filled his mouth as she sat on a low wooden stool and began to rub and smooth the lotion onto bare and slightly damp legs. Misty dropped the flimsy nude colored semi sheer bra on dresser’s top and proceed to slip on her panties while still wearing the robe. She walked behind him Eric sat helpless, he could feel her warmth behind him, the bra, still warm from confining her pert warm fragrant breasts, she swung the bra around his head and made sure one of the 34B cups covered his pantie filled mouth. “What should I wear today, do you think? He heard the door open. Without another word, the ritual of rubbing fragrant moisturizer continued up one leg
