On each end of the room were two four-nozzle gang showers. The middle of the room was dry and held a bench and hooks for hanging clothes. The room was...empty. I hung my towel on a hook, stepped into one of the gang showers and turned on the water. Just as I was getting ready to shampoo my hair another guy walked in wearing boxers. He took them off, hung them up, and went to the showers at the other end of the room. As soon as my hair and eyes were full of shampoo I heard a voice. “Oh, there you. You’re trying to lie by saying you don’t want to me to fuck you. How can you explain away that pussy juice running down your thighs, sister, huh?”Shalini realized how vulnerable she was and hung her head in shame. She had another shock coming. Come on, sister, suck my cock. I know you want to suck my cock.”Shalini looked at his magnificent cock as he sat on the sofa. All her moral principles screamed ‘No!!’, but her aroused body had a will of its own. It was not that she had not sucked a cock.. The confident woman who had overcome her qualms in the woods or in an isolated cabin became more and more anxious as they drove deeper into the little bustling town of Sault Ste. Marie and her never ending line of traffic across the international bridge into Canada. The noises of trucks and traffic unnerved her and the crowds of people at the Walmart silenced her. When the jackhammer bit into a cracked sidewalk next to the truck as they waited at the traffic light, she nearly crawled up the. "She sipped her wine."Though I do miss the clothes. I loved shopping." She nodded down at her garment. "This is a little boring." No, it's not!" I protested."It is how I've always dressed," she said. "It only appeals to you because it is exotic." No," I said. "It appeals to me because you look sexy as hell."Nina looked away. I could tell she was embarrassed.I moved closer to her. I boldly reached out and put my hand on her firm naked stomach. I ran my palm over her hot flesh."I like this," I.