We achieved synchronicity in the shower. It was all very business-like. We helped one another reach the parts that needed to be reached. Oh sure, ther...'s that certain amount of exploring what soapy suds do for a firm, perky breast and hands made very sure that there were no spots on my scrotum or my dick that lacked contact with cleansing water.The activities at the sink are now pretty well a routine. Jo asked why I shaved at night, way back when we first started living together."First, you've. .. It really infuriated me how her child was totally making a mess of our living room and she wasn't paying attention at all. She should take responsibility for her child and it makes me mad that she doesn't. Look at him, using his dirty hands with which he just grabbed food to touch the table, the tv-remote and even the walls! Why even let your child eat food with its hands? If only I could speak up about this. But I couldn't, I didn't wanted to become the dictator of the family. Though, they. I watched her go, too spent to do more than that. Looking around her now empty living room I noticed her soaked panties crumpled up on the end of the couch, her fragrance and smell still on them.A surge of hunger filled me, my pulse suddenly racing as I switched to the bedroom camera. There she was. Naked and vulnerable, her head resting on her pillow, the sheet pulled up to her waist so that, while I couldn’t see her cunt, I had a wonderful view of her perfect breasts. I stared, imagining. Nikki was a cute girl. She was about thirty-something but looked much younger. She had a cheerleader-like body, standing about five foot two and weighing a tad over one hundred. She is what we call a “spinner”- that type of girl that gets on top of a guy and simply spins around in ecstasy and pure sexual pleasure.For the most part, Nikki, Greg and I had a very platonic relationship. I had caught Nikki staring at me during a summer pool party, and I teasingly told her that if Greg ever decided.