Step inside

As Abbie watched the antics of the three old ladies she began to get turned on by their frank sexuality. And after those two bossy old men, even strip poker semed more wholesome. With one hand, Abbie began to gently touch her large breast hrough the material of her t-shirt; the other began snaking down towards her crotch.

“Who’s out there?” a voice demanded. Abbie looked up with a start. Maude was staring straight at her.

Guiltily, the teenager snatched her hands away from their intimate wanderings and steped nervously into the room. Elsie’s eyes lit up.

“Hello, my pretty,” she said with a smile, “why don’t you come in and close the door?”

Slightly apprehensively, Abbie did so.

“Why were you spying on us?” demanded Maude.

Abbie stammered out an explanation of who she was and what she was doing there.

“Oh, well, that’s different then,” said Mary speaking for the first time. “Would you like to join in our game, dear?”

“Ummm, no really. I need to wash my face and continue my rounds,” explained the teenager.

“You can wash yourself here if you like,” offered Maude.

“And we are your rounds,” added Mary.

“Yes, you could do us all at once couldn’t you?” said Elsie, cackling at her own joke.

“Ummm…” began Abbie.

“Come on over to the sink, dearie,” offered Maude, getting to her feet with surprising ease.

Abbie joined her and the old lady began to dab the eighteen year old’s face with a damp cloth. Maude sniffed.

“What is that stuff that you’ve got on yourself?” Maude enquired.

Abbie explained about Bob McGregor and the tit-fuck.

“Oh! She’ll have to take her top off!” announced Elsie with glee.

Maude concurred and Abbie was persuaded to remove her stained pink t-shirt. Maude looked at the youngsters breasts enviously; soft youthful flesh, large but still firm. The old woman began to softly caress the teenager’s chest with the warm flannel. Abbie sighed contentedly.

“Oh, your nipples are sticing up,” observed Maude. “I hope the water isn’t to cold for you.”

“No, its fine,” sighed Abbie.

“Well, I think we’ve got all that smelly man-gunk off you now, dear,” said Maude, almost reluctantly. “But I don’t think you should put that t-shirt on again until its been cleaned.” Would you like to stay for a game of cards, or… something?”