Stripping naked, we entered the shower. Under the hot water we pressed our bodies together. My dick was hard and was getting squashed between us. We d...sengaged, and began to soap each other up. I made sure to concentrate on my wife's beautiful tits and pussy. When we were soapy, we smashed our bodies together and rubbed them. Her slick skin was such a turn-on. Rinsing off, we kissed again. I turned my wife around, and slowly bent her over a little bit. At this angle it was easy for me to work. It was my final year and my exams were approaching fast. I was extremely worried and I started falling ill often and was depressed most of the time. The fact that I used to stay in hostel just worsened the situation. I went to a physician and he suggested that I need to relax. He was strongly against me taking anti-depression tablets. He was surprised to see my BP to be 130/90.He said most of the kids are now complaining of high BP at such early ages. He suggested that I should try Yoga instead. FINALLY! He agreed and invited me over. However it was only if I walked into his unlocked front door and start blowing him on the couch. I said YES!!!!The adrenaline rush you get from meeting up with someone is fucking amazing. I was literally shaking, as I picked out an outfit to wear over to his house... It was fucking June in Arizona, and I was chattering, and shaking like a leaf. Then as I gained composure I saw Monika's favorite lingerie set, the halter and panties. On they went, I threw. A quick last word and she came over, climbed into the pickup, and dumped her backpack in the foot well.“Where’s Mom?”“She’s sprawled out on the couch in a T-shirt and panties looking like a beached whale - very cute, and castigating me for not having air conditioning. She’s not happy with me at the moment.”“It’s your fault,” Rachael observed, buckling her seatbelt.We left the school parking lot for the twenty-five minute drive home.“As I’ve explained, young lady, it isn’t my fault. Your mother.