“Are you going to be hungry at all later? I brought home some nice steaks and some shrimp if you want to think about it. Or do you have plans?” Hmmmm I thought maybe she was to passed out to know what I had done. “Sure, sounds good, dinner times a couple hours off.” I just then noticed that she must be braless. Her excitable pointy n****** that I enjoyed last night were apparent even in the loose t-shirt. I thought of her nicely sized and shaped A cup breasts. “Great! I’ll go cook up the shrimp, get ’em chilling and get the steaks marinating.” She looked around. Why don’t you get to a good stopping point and get your sweaty self cleaned up. The air conditioning will feel really good about now.” Hmmmm I thought again. Later, in the kitchen I pulled out the rum asking if I could have another, and if she wanted one. Yes to both. I was ready to step out of my large walk in shower when I saw her standing there holding one of the fluffy towels. Oh s*** I was busted. She knew I had taken advantage of her and hell was coming. She actually looked calm though. Looking over my n***** that I didn’t try to hide. She seemed shorter now somehow, barefoot at 5 foot 4. She stepped up to me and began to rub my chest with the towel. Then looking up into my eyes. I am 6 feet tall. She dried off my upper half without a word. Softly. Sensuously. “Turn around.” I did. With the same gentle touch she dried off my entire backside down to my ankles. T.. turn around.” Oh s***, I thought. Still on her knees she was face to face with my semi erect d***. I knew, but it had barely registered that I was getting aroused. She began to dry my lower belly and hips. Mostly looking at my growing manhood.