The shower was just that--the bathtub of the house was in Mom and Dad's bathroom. The shower stall didn't have smoked glass like most of them but only...vaguely misty stuff. It hid a fair amount, but I could always make out what Cyndi was doing to herself. And Cyndi's nude form looked that much better when it looked foggy and mysterious.This time, though, the doors were wide open. Both of them. I walked into the room as I heard the water go on. Cyndi was already in the shower. I felt my cock. Big, well manicured and capable of inflicting pain or pleasure, unpredictable and so sexy against my white skin.‘Hi babe’ I purr in my sexiest voice as the music still pumps from downstairs. He looks me up and down, his chest rising and falling more rapidly than usual. The room seems electric somehow and my heart somersaults in expectation. We often make love on nights like these; the club atmosphere always excites him. He was alone, which was more than I expected and that in itself was an. "I wanted to give you a nice tip, Bob, but I'm afraid I don't have any more money at the moment." "Oh, no problem, Mrs. B" I didn't mention I'd already passed on an easy hundred, although this babe looked wordly enough to probably guess that. "I can't trade you sex for it, if that's what you were thinking." Jeez, all these stacked foxes all think every guy is trying to get into their pants, and of course theyr'e right. But she backpedalled a little when I denied it. "Youv'e always given me good. "Umm dude its like 3 in the afternoon, but anyways are you gonna be doing anything this weekend?", "Nothing that I know of. Why what’s up?" "Cool cause im taking the wife out for our 15th anniversary this weekend and I was wondering if you could watch my daughter this weekend?" "Sure no problem." When are you going to drop her off?" "Maybe around 5 see you in a lil bit."Alright then." then we hung up. I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt proud for having an 8 incher, but.