After leaving work, she strode into the house and headed for the bathroom, eager for a hot shower, and for the evening that lie ahead with her handsome suitors. Earlier, Nick had called to confirm they’d be picking her up at seven o’clock sharp. She swore, if either one of them got on conference calls while in her presence, she’d bust their balls. After her shower, she toweled herself dry and sauntered naked into her bedroom. She threaded her fingers through the braids and contemplated whether she’d pin them up or let them flow freely. She turned to the side, admiring her thick thighs and generous derriere. Both men used to give her nonstop compliments on her curvaceous, muscular legs. She smiled as her hands slid down the front of them. Nick praised her on many an occasion, saying how her curves made him crazy. She jiggled her breasts, knowing their tongues would drop to the floor. They were almost as big as cassava melons.
