But we had to pack for the trip.
We finished quick—toweled off, grinning, bodies still buzzing.
Then Autumn left—after one last deep kiss at the doorway, her tight gym clothes clinging damp to her curves again, sweat and our mess making them stick even more. She'd change as soon as she got home.
The door clicked shut.
There I was in my apartment, fresh from my third shower of the day. Wow.
Body clean, mind filthy, replaying the morning—Aunt Melanie, Helen, Tiffany, Brittany, now Autumn. This building was a goldmine.
I started packing—nothing fancy. A few loose shorts, easy to slide off when things got heated with the MILFs, some comfortable shirts, swim trunks for show, shades, charger. Basics.
I didn't need much clothes anyway—I planned on staying naked most of the time at that beach house, buried in one thick body or another.
Bag zipped quick. Light and ready.
