There was something different about Cathy that he just couldn’t put his finger on. He’d known Cathy for almost 12 years, since he’d first starte... going out with her younger sister. He’d thought she was much older than he was, as her manner suggested a woman in her forties. He was amazed to discover she was a week younger than he was. The reason became evident when he met Brian, a grumpy man in his late forties who acted like someone in his seventies. Jenny told him the marriage was the result. A moment passed and Monica must have started to let up and let Jen catch her breath. Jen gasped for air and looked me in the eye, partly in lust and a bit rage, then said, "Fuck her. I know you want to fuck her. Do it." I literally couldn't believe she had just said that. Sure she'd accused me of wanting to fuck Monica before, and had seemed to really get off on that, but now to actually tell me to do it was unbelievable. I was still standing there stunned like a statue.Monica pulled back. I smile sweetly and catch you off guard by slowly rubbing my foot against your leg and gently and discreetly running my hand over my breasts. Your eyes follow my hand, you feel your cock harden, knowing you want this, despite every bone in your body throwing adverse emotions at you.I stand up and take your hand, squeezing reassuringly and you know I will make sure you feel the best you have ever felt. I lead the way to the hotel room. In the elevator, I sneak a glance at you and notice you. Looking down from the top, it was shaped like a triangle, with rounded edges. The front had a circular opening, maybe three inches across, for the water. The majority of the top consisted of horizontal slots. There was a power cord coming out of the bottom with a knob marked for off, medium and high above it.Jill got a rag, put it under the tap and wiped off the whole surface. She got a pitcher out of the cupboard and made several trips back to the sink, filling it with water and pouring it in.