He could hear the way his flat palm against her wet cheeks would echo off the mosaic tiles, her piercing yelps of protest and surprise. Maybe that day...would come, but probably not today.The glassy sound of the spray running from the nozzle felt like the only thing left hanging between them. Translucent. Something perfectly effortless to see or reach through.He walked barefoot to the tub and took the razor out of her extended hand. Then, still wearing his dark linen trousers and burgundy. Her eyes where rolled back and her back still arched with her hand cupping my balls, trying to lead my cock into her. I leaned all the way into her, my entire cock shoving into her snatch. She wasn't the tightest I had ever felt but my god did she feel amazing. She let out a little squeal as my full length entered her. My hands pushing against the couch for leverage I leaned in to her lips kissing her. “How does that feel? You like it when I shove it inside your sweet pussy?”. Then she pressed the sides of her knees down and levered her ass up, bringing her cunt high, spreading the cunt-lips wide. She let her ass back down. Then she tensed and, like a wave, made her body ripple out and up, through her neck, through her back, through her belly, through her hips, undulating her body. After holding her spread pussy high for a moment, she let her body sink back to the rug."Mom, what did you do when you were a teenager?" Tommy asked."Well, there were six of us girls in. It has two stories, several bars and a great selection of music which pulsated throughout the night. So we headed inside to the pulsating sounds emanating from the speakers .We sat back on one of the large sofas and enjoyed the club and its music. The large screen projected images of soccer as this little trip to the club was during the world cup in South Africa. It was a month where the whole country was partying. There was some close contact and unashamed snogging between us two. I was keen.