R: don know.U: if you are ok anything for you.R: let us see.I felt her pussy was getting wet by our talks and I asked her about her pussy watering she...just smiled affirmatively so I took this as a she agreeing and I went and knocked on that man’s door who’s name also I didn’t know he opened the door and welcomed me and when I went inside I was astonished to see the beauty of his wife she was just sitting there and smiling at me and he had told everything about us and she asked about her. I stripped out of my boxers and t shirt and pulled the shower curtain back to see her washing her hair, the suds streaming down her body and into the shower drain. As I stepped into the shower with her, we worked our way around each other in the tight space, at first just attending to our own needs, but eventually we couldn’t help it. I began to pull her towards me and our slippery bodies moved against each other. With soap in my hands, I rubbed her breasts, washing every part of them. I turned. I found her things neatly folded and tucked in a plastic bag next to the water heater. ‘Why aren’t you using your drawer?’ I asked. ‘You were using the space before, so you need it.’ She wouldn’t budge until I took a drawerful of my things, put them in a bag and tossed them into the utility room. We got along. We got along like a house on fire. Sex was consistently powerful and passionate. If it’s a man’s fantasy to make a woman come over and over, she fulfilled that and more. But there was. He worked too damn much. So let him suffer before he got his hands on her gourd."Ooh, baby, get down to skin!" Sorrel groaned. He stroked his zucchini as he watched. "You are so yamming hot!" Yeah? Is your mouth watering yet?" Pepper undid two of the buttons on her blouse and pulled it aside, giving Sorrel a glimpse of her lentils.He groaned in frustration. "Damn it, Pepper, get those clothes off, woman! I want to get my hands on your juicy little radish." Oh, you will. Be patient." Pepper.