As we often did, things got a little heated. As I washed her legs, I let my soapy hands trail up her legs and quickly had three fingers inserted into ...er slick pussy with my picky imbedded deep in her ass. She was squirming and moaning loudly when I stopped to rinse her off. She immediately got her revenge by soaping up my 8” inch cock and slowly jacking me to a rigid hard on. One soapy hand was pulling on me and the other hand was massaging my balls. She then grabbed the shower head and rinsed. Not just from the walk to the car park, but the drive home in the peak hour traffic and all of the gear changes that involved. I had to park on the street; the Ramos brothers still had their truck parked in the driveway. As well, the garage was now used for materials storage; there was a stack of two by four - and larger sized – lumber for the framing, a pallet of wallboard sheets, several sliding door assemblies were leaning against the side wall. As well, there was a table saw and a large. Even if she was the only one who knew it existed, it didn't matter, because to her, it felt like a tiny sort of rebellion to the strict rules of her religion and culture. And for now, for Fatima, this was enough. She finished off her outfit with a full blue headscarf and had minimal makeup on. Some black eye pencil, a dash of bronze blush and some lip gloss. She looked pretty, but decent, pretty, but modest. She had charmed her dad's business partner two evenings ago at dinner and he had liked. One drink turned into half a dozen and the more I thought the more I realised just how shitily I had treated my son over the years. I'd been so intent on enjoying myself that I hardly even noticed that he was there, hell I couldn't even remember the last time I'd bought him a birthday or Christmas present. Yet he always gave me something on my birthday or at Christmas.Before long I was fairly drunk, tears were rolling down my cheeks as the mass of things I should have done for my son and hadn't.