When Lauren gets home, she comes down to the basement looking as sexy as I've ever seen her in a short skirt and a low-cut top. The top loops around her neck, covering only about half of each creamy, white breast, and ties in the middle of her back. The rounded sides of her breasts are visible, as the material stretches down the middle of her t**s, barely covering her n*****s. She asks about my day as she stands behind my chair, massaging my shoulders. Is it my imagination, or can I smell her p***y? Nonchalantly, I turn my head to each side and breathe in, as I answer her. Definitely it's her right hand. Jesus! She's just had her right hand in her p***y. I try to ignore her, but my c**k hardens at the image of her fingers in her p***y.
"That feels nice, Lauren." I tell her, trying to soun
