..Bathroom EncounterHey, I'm taking a bath in here.I don't care how bad you had to go, you could have knocked on the fucking door.Well, obviously I wo...ld have locked the door if I knew anybody was home-- why am I explaining myself to you? And why aren't you getting out of here? And stop look at me, pervert, I'm your big sister. Get out of here.Okay, fine. Piss and get out of here.Well, it's not my problem if you can't do it with somebody else in the room. Do you expect me to get out of the tub. She'd even gone to the next town and visited the local Farmer's Market hoping to find something that would satisify her, but with little luck. She'd just have to make do with what she could find locally.She didn't hear Jessie enter the house.Jessie had tried for two days to get his nerve up to where he was now.He'd witnessed Miss Catherine and her evening ritual for almost a week now. He knew Mr. Carl was away on a business trip and had decided that if he was to try this it would have to be. The very act of his mother bathing him seemed to him to be a link to his childhood, the scent of her hair and body filled his senses.As Cathy washed her son she saw his flaccid penis jerk and begin to fill with blood, she couldn't help watching as it grew to a surprising size. It wasn't the first time she'd seen it in this state, after all she'd bathed all her children throughout their childhoods. However, the last time she'd seen Johnny in a state of arousal had been around two years before. It must have been a sight, the two of us in what most people call skirts. I went to the bar and seen my uncle talking to one guy while three others stood around him looking. Before I could get to him it was to late, he popped one guy in the mouth and kicked another. The manager and bar tender came over to see what was going on. I explained to them we were supposed to be meeting some people, I don't think that this is the right place. After everything settled down, we had a drink. My uncle.