We don’t just get naked. Well, I don’t. It starts slowly, chaps, no rush !There’s no set format to it, either. I would tend to touch my breasts ...hrough my clothing. One hand straying to my belly and, again, through my clothes, just apply a little pressure, with my fingers, down towards my pussy. I may lift my skirt a little and let the fingers on one hand brush against my thigh. I’m still dressed, although, I may have unbuttoned my blouse by now. I do have sensitive nipples and they play a key. The warm water hit her naked body, wetting her hair, slipping around every curve upon her soft skin.Standing there, beneath the waterfall, the thoughts of what took place that past week crept into her mind. From the initial job interview with Mr. Rodriguez, asking her to strip down and give him her bra and panties, which she'd never got back to the first week on the job, making her strip again, so he could jerk off while she stood and watched. She'd actually enjoyed that, more than she. She wanted her friend to have sex with my stepfather. My stepfather seemed overjoyed that my mother wanted him to be with her. He certainly didn't turn it down. My mother went inside to make drinks while her friend danced for Gerry and masturbated for him. Gerry shouted out commands to her. Eventually, she slipped into the hot tub and had sex with my stepfather. I was jealous and a little intrigued so I sat and watched. I peeked out of my shades and played with my pussy. I rubbed my fingers all. .you gonna do some screaming on dat bad ass boy.while chuckling evilly.” My mind was delirious with lust and I couldn’t think, just feel, feel and react to the spasms flowing through my body. But when he said that my cumming intensified even more and my knees gave out and he wrapped an arm around my waist and began walking me into the shed. Each jolting step heightened my orgasm as he was forced deeper and deeper inside me…god I’d never cum so much or for so long before.