She shook her head; it was weird how much she wanted a hot shower despite the miserable heat of the day.When the temperature was to her liking, she st...pped in. It stung just a bit, but she bore it, and thirty seconds later, she sighed and relaxed as her body adjusted.Eyes closed, she rolled her shoulders under the jets. After a bit, she turned to face the shower-head, the water feeling very hot again on her tender chest. She ran her hands over her generous belly and up under her heavy tits. She. The camera is giving us a great shot of her shaved box with her wavy cunt-lips and also a great close-up of her other hole. I certainly wouldn’t mind getting my tongue in there. And I certainly wouldn’t turn away from Karlsson’s ass either. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------INTERMISSIONRebecca Banting here again for the Intermission. We have the pleasure of having the Tights’ Pubic Relations person, Barbara. She seemed to have a faraway glazed look on her face.“What’s up mom? Are you feeling okay?” I asked slightly concerned, but she didn’t reply.“Mom. Mom. Are you feeling alright?” I asked again, as I reached over and gently shook her shoulder.“What was that Chris?” she replied, her speech slurred. “Oh yes darling, I feel okay. I think your old mom has just had a little too much to drink. Is it me or is it really hot in here?”I noticed that the faraway look had returned. “Hold on a minute mom, I’m. Her head shot up and every single muscle in her body seemingly tensed up as one. She cried out in a combination of surprise and pain. Before she could finish, the belt landed again, slightly higher up, but overlapping the first stripe. Again, she cried out. The third stroke landed slightly higher still, and Ursula began to cry continuously. As Walt kept raining down strokes with her belt she felt all of her emotions combining with all of her thoughts and devolving into a single, primordial.