As with other stories, I leave this open to continuation. The shower is running, very warm water, your hands covered with bubbles as you wash yourself... feeling the sensation of your hands as they glide over your arms, breasts, stomach…Your eyes are closed, imagining the last time we were together, remembering all the feelings, the sounds we made. You feel a slight chill at your back and when you turn around you see me. I have slipped into the shower, not able to resist joining you there. You. It was such a freeing sensation to give in to myhelplessness and accept your brother's hand. I could not believe that Ikissed your brother on the cheek and thanked him for his help, but itseemed like the natural thing to do under the circumstances. I felt as ifI had blushed enough to put Rudolof's famous nose to shame. In the machoworld of men, my love, men just do not kiss men, even on the cheek. I hadjust kissed a man, and it seemed natural. What was happening to me? Ilike women. I love. He just watched this sexy nurse stare at the older woman. He did not want to get the whole thing started again.She knelt down before Joan, and looked at her wet cunt lips. She now moved her body closer, and lifted her head to meet this woman's dripping twat. She pushed her thighs apart and stuck out her tongue to receive this boy's seed into her mouth. She moved her tongue across the woman's slit, and then stuck her tongue into her cunt. The flow of sperm was nonstop from the women's twat. It. She watched Fawn with pleasure, seeing the rounded hips arch up as the girl apparently came. Fawn pulled her finger from her cunt and Joan watched in amazement as the girl licked it, running her tongue about the wetness and finally plunging the finger in and out of her mouth rapidly.When Fawn finally turned out her lights and went to bed, Joan turned her attention back to the larger telescope. This time she saw that she had missed the opening in the curtains across the way. Through a two-inch.