"Shall we go?" Jill asked as she polished off the wine in a big gulp. David smiled and nodded, slipped out of the booth, took her by the arm and guide... her out of the club and on to the sidewalk. The night was warm with a light breeze. They walked silently about two blocks to David's hotel. They were alone in the elevator, and Jill pressed against him...rubbed her hand against his crotch as they kissed and felt his hardening cock. "Is that a gun in your pocket?" she mumbled. Trite but cute she. Her voice was almost musical, she knew her history and the intricacies of the arts and sciences, and she was fluent in as many languages as he was. At least, she could speak and understand all those languages which he currently used. He had never tried to speak with her in ancient Phoenician. There had been others as beautiful. Carla had breasts that were the perfect size and shape, and her sex was perfectly formed, both for beauty and to caress and grip his cock as they thrust together. She. " OK, sweetie," I told her, completely oblivious to any consequences that might arise from having my young daughter help me take a shower. My pain and discomfort were so great that I did not really give it a second thought. "Let me just get it started and in there, and then you can help me with my back."I slowly leaned over and turned the water on. My back was killing me, but I was making progress. Roos-anne turned around as I took of my robe, and I gingerly stepped into the shower, the hot. It was very late when we finally went to bed. I borrowed one of my wife's nighties - one she hadn't worn in years, since before we'd had the kids. To be honest, while she was still attractive, bearing children had been hard on her figure - stretch marks, wider bottom, a little sag to her breasts, and about 30 pounds that refused to come off.Before I went to bed, I took my usual shower. Or should I say that I tried to take my usual shower. When I touched certain parts of my body, my curiosity.