I'm not sure this is what I bargained for."And, what you are wearing..." Jen said with a demanding tone. "You cango into the bathroom, but I want all...your clothes out here. Includingyour tightie-whities."I hesitated and gave her a look. But, then did what she asked."OK, Step 1, turn on the shower and cover your body with the stuff inthe pink bottle." I know what hair remover is," I shouted. "I had sisters you know." Step two," she said. "when your done with the hair remover, take a. She was washing her hair and her head was covered with a thick layer of soap. I just reached around and held onto both of her breasts as I forced my limp cock into the crack of her ass.She wiggled back at me playfully and then a strange woman said, “You must be Bridget’s husband. Obviously you are glad to see me. Just let me rinse this soap off first and then maybe I can help you with that problem.”I was mortified. I stood there in shock as she rinsed off the soap and then turned around to face. Angela threw her head back to take a better look at the stranger and she froze. For there, in that old Greek hotel James Thomson was standing, leaning on the door frame, looking at her without the slightest hint of surprise."You look like shit", were his first words.Angela wished that she could reply "likewise", but unfortunately he was tall, strong and as handsome as she remembered."I take it that you didn't expect to see me"."You on the other hand don't seem so surprised", she retorted."Spare. It always used to be only if she needed anything that we would converse.I was in a conflict, I wanted her but could not ask her. However, one day I gathered my courage and tried to approach her. She was at home washing vessels in the kitchen. My mom, as usual, was at the neighbours. I took off all my clothes and just wore my shorts. Normally I used to wear a t-shirt and pyjamas at home and that is how Prema always saw me. I did not even wear my undie and my dick was all up and making a tent in.