As I handed her the drink she asked if I would like to join her, I told her I did not want a drink. She said she did not mean a drink and that I shoul... get in the tub with her. Well I did not need asking twice and I started undressing, now she is the one doing the looking and she is not being discrete about it like I was. As I pulled down my boxers she leaned on the edge of the tub to get a closer view, my cock hung down already slightly swollen. “Very nice, get in here and let’s have some fun”. That was after I told her you and I had made it." You told your sister that you and I had made it?" my mom said, more than a little stunned to hear this."Well here's how I came to tell her," I started to explain. "She starts talking about you, saying how it would be a good thing if you were bisexual. She says since you seem to think most guys are assholes, you'd make out fine with another woman. But Amy's sure you're as straight as an arrow, mom, so she figures that ain't ever going to happen.". As I passed the trees in the middle of the car park my head lights caught a glimpse of a couple in a small white car. I parked about three car spaces down and as usual. I waited for a signal that they were ready for fun.After waiting for around five minutes, in which time I could only see the Hubby through the dim light of his mobile phone, the woman appeared at his side and I could just tell in the darkness and from the light off of the cars dashboard that she was taking her top off. This was. Walking ahead of me, you drop the lid on the toilet seat to give me somewhere to sit. The loud sound startles me out of my exhausted reverie with a jump. Seating me on the toilet, you kneel before me to unlace my boots and peel off damp socks. I stand briefly as you also divest me of my wet cords and little cotton panties until I’m sitting there in just my oxford and bra, still occasionally shivering. Pulling the towel off the rack, you knock the worst of the wet off my hair, leaving the towel.