“I could do with a shower; it’s been a long day.”“Want your back washed?”Well, I was hardly going to refuse, was I?We have a fairly recently...refurbished wetroom next to our bedroom; it’s bright and airy with the big Georgian window, although the roller blind does reduce the light (and the risk of being spotted from outside) when we are actually using the facilities. It’s got a sealed marble floor and travertine wall tiles, with a nice big shower head. Cost a bob or two, but we thought that it. The sight was amazing, I have had sex in the shower but it has been quite some time since I was ‘serviced’ in this way. The my brain started to work and I blurted out, ‘What are you doing?’Removing me from her mouth she replied, ‘What does it feel like I’m doing?’Touché. ‘Michelle, seriously. What are you doing? You barely know me’‘I just got dumped okay! I wanted someone to fuck the shit out of me and you seemed nice’Still caught in the moment that was all I needed to hear. I picked. Down from the ladder, together we stood back and read, “Beware Falling Icicles.” For a moment I thought of my testicles, not that they could have fallen in this heat, their sack was stretched as low as it could go and they lazily lounged at the bottom of it, but I hadn’t expected them to be handled. She’d never done anything like that before. I wondered whether I should simply stop and go home. But I wanted to put up the last signs and the finishing touches. And my cock was still hard. "What's wrong?" I asked quietly; Aunt Gene moved into the kitchen so I could have some privacy. It may have been something as simple as my aunts calling to ask him about the Vampire (not that he would know) but my worry meter was saying it was something much more serious."We were attack during the night," he said without preamble, getting straight to the point."What do you mean, what happened?" We aren't sure yet. We haven't had time to figure anything out." He sounded exhausted and frustrated,.