In the last twenty years, the number of times we have showered together has diminished greatly. It has been because either of us lacks the desire to e...joy the others company in the shower. It’s because of my shoulder. As it got worse over the years I started taking hotter and hotter showers to help with the pain and tension in my shoulder. The temperature of my shower is too hot for her to enjoy and her shower is too cold for me to enjoy. I was a bit surprised she was there. I couldn’t remember. I took off my T-shirt, but kept my shorts on. Zoe looked at me. ‘Aren’t you wearing any underwear?’ she asked. ‘Yes, but…’ ‘Don’t be shy,’ she said. ‘After all, I’m wearing a bikini, in case you hadn’t noticed.’ ‘I know, but…but…’ ‘But what?’ ‘Nothing,’ I said. I undid my cut-offs and wriggled out of them, trying to hide the fact that I was wearing a thong. A tiny purple cotton thong. ‘Ah! How nice!’ Zoe said. ‘I do like young men in thongs. They do so flatter the physique, don’t you think?’ I. It's deliciously hot, and I think of your hot breath on my skin as I run the cloth slowly down my neck. A drop of water escapes the cloth and makes it's way slowly down my neck and onto my breast. I like it. Squeezing the cloth, more droplets move down my skin onto my hard nipples and I imagine your tongue, wet and hot, making the same slow and delicious journey down my body. I giggle to myself, then pick up a tub of lotion and slide my fingers delicately across the thick, creamy moisturiser.. The waves of their orgasms lasted at least thirty seconds, her contractions drawing more cum from his cock than he ever thought possible.Remaining inside of her as their passions subsided, he gently ran his hand over the soft, pale skin of her back. Their breathing slowed, gradually becoming more relaxed and metered. Mike’s cock began to soften, eventually slipping out of Melody, eliciting a final giggle from her. She slowly turned, falling into his arms, her head on his shoulder.“Wow…” Mike.