”“So, did you jump?”“No. He tried to push me out of the plane but I grabbed onto the door and refused to go. Finally, he called over the Jump ...aster. The Jump Master is this great big guy about six-foot six, and 280 pounds. He said to me, ‘Are you gonna jump or not?’ I said, ‘No sir, I’m too scared.’ So, the Jump Master pulled down his zipper and took out his Johnson. I swear, Mom, it was about ten inches long and big around as a baseball bat! He said, ‘Either you jump out that door or I’m. Do you mean... ?" Oh, you know what I mean. You can call it whatever you want. You fucked them, screwed them, made love to them. Whatever. The fact is they finally got laid and both of them said it was as good as they'd ever had. How about it?"I pulled her to me, lifting her onto her tiptoes and kissed her flush on her ruby red lips, shoving my tongue down her throat when her mouth opened. She was just a half step behind me in responding... with darting tongue and a hand that rubbed the crotch. “Oh my God.”‘Feels good?”“Yeah.” I said.He finished washing, stood up and faced me. He leaned down and kissed me.“Damn.” “Bend over, hold on to the bench.” He said.I did as I was told.He grabbed the sponge, lathered it up and began washing inside my ass.“Oh wow.” I looked back and made eye contact with him.“Enjoying this?’ I asked.“I enjoy pleasing you.”“Baby, you please the shit out of me.”He smiled.“Good.”When he finished washing me, he stood under the shower head as I washed his front.“Now. Since they started having problems she began locking the door when she was in the bathroom. "Why is the door locked", he shouted. She ignored him and he left. When she stepped out and looked at her clothes she was glad he couldn't get in. Her skirt was stained with her juices and the cum of the biker she had fucked the night before. If her husband had walked in and seen it there would have been an argument for sure. It wouldn't have mattered to him that many times he had come home late reeking.