She moaned down in her throat as she deep tongued me, sending my mind into turmoil, as my other hand fumbled blindly with her blouse buttons, working ...own from her cleavage, one button at a time until all were released. Looking across her shoulder and out of the shadows I saw the flickering reflection of the television on the open doorway, the fly wire screen door being the only barrier to the house interior. All the time her mons was rubbing sensuously against my thigh, as if saying Fuck me,. ..what am I saying! You don't even know they'd be interested." They're what? Eighteen? Maybe twenty? I've already scoped out their left hands and they are no wedding bands in sight. They're men and very young ones at that. When is the last time you've been with a man that young? Remember? Not great in the experience department, but let's just say I think what we have here are a couple of potential energizer bunnies. Betcha a quarter. I wouldn't want to live with someone that young, but they do. I started to knock again when I saw a little sign that said press button and there was a small white button just below the small sign. I pressed it. It made no noise that I could here, so I pressed it harder. Nothing.Then I heard a loud buzz coming from near the door handle. It startled me and I jumped, but no one came to the door and I just stood there. The buzzer sounded again only longer this time. Still the door did not open and I was getting worried that I would be stranded out here with. My hand felt the hot water and I knew it was just right. I stepped in and let the hot water wash over me from above. I was soaked instantly, the hot water surrounding me. The rain-head shower is always best but I was wrong – and I kind of knew I would be – the water only enhanced what I was feeling. I reached for the body wash and instead of using the poof I brought from home, I squirted the soap into my palm. I closed my eyes and sighed as my slippery hands slide across my tummy and then up.