Chapter 2938 A Train & A Naked Pussy:>Ep20
- Myford added more water as he went back out into the bedroom to undress. Best not to have his suit on the bathroom floor perhaps getting wet. Such a delight to walk in on Eleanor as naked as she. Not quite an Adonis, indeed well off that; a portly and mature gentleman, his stomach rather preceding him into the bathroom. Hirsute with black curls massed on his chest, his arms and legs similarly hairy. Even considerable hair to his back. Somewhat animal like really. A bit of a beast of a man, almost. Mr Myford could have fitted in very well, without costume or further makeup, as the Woodwose or hairy wildman of the woods in some sort of play, or even film. A sort of dangerous spirit of the forest, pilosus or hairy all over. Often portrayed with a club. Mr Myford certainly had that as he came into the bathroom. Not quite as expected on the stage. Not so much brandished above his head as sticking out of his pubic thicket. His penis extended and upright poking out from his thicket. Short, not the long 'club' possessed by some men; short yet thick, a substantial diameter or circumference to it, complete with prominent -- oversailing -- knob to its end, purple and businesslike. Certainly, it might well have frightened the young ladies looking up from the stalls in the theatre!
- It did not frighten Eleanor. She had handled, sucked and, indeed, fucked it before. She was more than happy to see it again poking over the edge of the bath. It needed to be handled once again.
- Not too much of a squash, albeit a pleasant one. Eleanor and a much older gentleman in the bath together. The water rising much further with Mr Myford settling himself down facing Eleanor. It was her turn to use the soap. The young niece and the lucky uncle. What a delight for him to have Eleanor's hands roaming across his body with the soap. Of course, when she got him to stand and she knelt in the water to wash his rather substantial 'cannon' it was just so at mouth height. Convenient indeed. She could not resist slipping her lips over the swollen purple plum, as her soapy hands manipulated his balls and then moved to slipping between his legs and reaching around to his bottom. Convenient, and exactly what Mr Myford wanted.