Which is also where the pool is, and where Shirley spends most of her time. If she's anyplace, it's out back near the pool, which is where we're going..."The three car garage was closed of course, so even if she was or wasn't home, there was no way of telling from that. Maggie parked her car on the circular drive hopping out, motioning for me to follow her as she opened a side gate leading towards the rear of the house. When I did, I could see that the backyard was lit. I still couldn't hear. He washed her hair and watched it shrink into long dark spirals. “I have to braid it and let it dry,” she told him shyly as he dried her off. “Or, it will be a mess to comb later.” Adam watched as she braided her hair. The way she stretched her arms up and tilted her head, fascinated him. Every movement her naked body made only reminded him of last night. His cock was hard. He could not remember the last time a woman had this affect on him. He honestly had no recollection. He had dated girls in. My free hand reached down further and began to squeeze the douche bag. Now a shower of warm water broke loose inside my cunt and a dozen thin streams titillated my oversensitive cunt like so many tiny tongues. I pushed my hips up so high that my head slipped under the water. Coughing and spluttering I came back up and completed the douche. But even when the last drop had been jetted against my burning cunt walls, I couldn't make myself take the nozzle out of my cunt. It felt so right, so nice,. Taking advantage of her being out of the room, I rearranged myself so that if I did get an erection it would be easier to hide, as that was the last thing I wanted to happen, and tried to force myself to stop thinking that way to avoid embarrassment, although that was proving more or less impossible. Only seconds after I'd rearranged myself, Chantelle returned with two glasses of beer, handing one to me, and then sitting down only an inch or so from me with hers, and once again we resumed.