Chapter Twenty-Nine
Shared Among Girlfriends
Helen left for a moment, and Brad heard water running in the bathroom, and when she returned, he could smell the soap of her fresh-scrubbed hands. “Well, young man,” she wondered crookedly, “was that worth waiting for?”
He blinked up into the drowsy, somehow indulgent face of his wife and then back into the older woman’s smoldering green eyes. “Yes,” he whispered. “It was—” He felt naked and open and exposed, wondrously satisfied. His surprised prostate still reverberated deliciously from the older woman’s masterful rubdown, the tip of his p***s felt comfortably oozy and drippy, and the jangling little points of his hairy male n*****s had perked up taut and needy again, suddenly craving once more the delight of inventive, red-nailed feminine
