The clothes go in the laundry basket(i'm sure She just likes to see me work), the heels i put in Her closet. As i re-enter the bathroom She says "The ...ath's just right, nice and hot, exactly the way I like it". She looks a little red, is it the heat or the wine i think to myself."Good" i reply, somewhat sarcastically "i try to please"."Well", she says, throwing Her washcloth at me "please Me some more and wash Me".At which She raises one leg out of the water onto the edge of the bath. i take. She was now going into her post climax panting: soft slow inhalations followed by short rapid exhalations.Gradually the moaning stopped and I knew that her orgasm was over. I thought it must have been a really good one for her to have lasted that long.She relaxed her legs but it was a good minute before anything else happened. She was quiet now. Hell we were all quiet. After a long pause I felt my friend’s hand move again as he slowly slid it across her pussy and out from between her legs.. Her eyes teared up, as she struggled to choke down my complete load. She was fearless and flawless, and I was proud of her determination and grit. Finally drained, I uncoupled from my darling young niece, and flopped down in the chair. I watched the girls as they finished themselves off. Such a picture of innocence and a****l lust, all rolled into one. I might have been in deep trouble, had I not noticed a glimpse of light out in front of the house: headlights! “Girls, Girls! Your mom’s back!”. Lately, as I have gotten older, I have begun to spend some time reading the genre. Frankly I think that it is a healthy exercise. I am not sure that I understand why the word pedophile has so many meanings to so many people. A much younger Jimmy Carter once said in a Playboy Forum piece something to the effect that although he had not ever had an illicit affair, he had lusted in his heart after other women and so by his belief, in God's eye he was guilty of having an affair. We all have.