She reached for her towel, used it to wipe my spunk from her arm, and wrung her hands in it repeatedly before lazily tossing the cloth on my shrinking dick and backing off the lounge. Ashley soon reappeared with cell-phone in hand, announcing Kim’s imminent arrival. Porn video “No shit.” She smiled at the sudden discomfort on my face. Or seventy-seven. Maybe? “Kim, Ashley said your mom is a neurosurgeon?”
“Yep. She yelled in drill-sergeant fashion, “Can’t you follow instructions, boy,” and started laughing. Certainly, Jim would talk to Steve, who would tell Jim about the after-hours rendezvous I had last night, and Jim would think I was holed-up in bed with a hottie all day.
