Sneaking Into The Goya Awards For A Steamy Bathroom Rendezvous

From time to time, they flushed
momentarily, or shivered or giggled over nothing, and Myra more than
once overheard whispered comments about “helplessness” or mass “feel-
up.”
At last, Bonnie turned away from the gleaming kitchen cabinets and
looked from one of the men to another. “Just plain dirty. XXX Their awkward form heightened Myra’s
consciousness of her position and the gleaming highlights focused her
attention on the lighting. “Go ahead, babe,” Ward said to Bonnie. “Run, Soldier! And
watching women do weird things.”
“Not all guys,” she argued uncertainly. Surf pounds
right up against the bluff. All you have to ten them is I was down there watching
the surf!”
“Well …”
“Please! As she let her affection flow forward in her mind, an irresistible
impulse seized her. She had gazed long enough to know Jim had positioned himself between
her knees, and she was certain it was he who was now working his thumbs
upward along the inner depression along her thighs toward her cunt.