"How do you like your showers?" she asked over her shoulder."Just like my women: hot!" He smacked her playfully on the backside as she tinkered with t...e water controls."Well, I like them steamy," she pulled him in for a long kiss, then stepped behind the curtain.Jacob joined her and soon they were washing each other. The previous night's explorations continued, this time under good lighting and warm, flowing water. He found that he liked what he saw. And touched. And nibbled.Her body was—as far. I traced Rosalind’s name on her skin with my finger and composed a full-on love letter and traced it on her back. “Cheeky bastard, Rosalind said, if you’re going to finger me put that thing where it’ll do more good.” Playfully I slapped her smartly on the bottom. It was like shifting into high gear! We began kissing and groping and I tweaked those amazing nipples of her. I grazed on her ear lobes, tugged at her hair. Rosalind twisted her body on the bed while I stood next to it pounding. At first I could not understand what I was hearing, but Gazoo fixed that right away. “Mother we are so far from camp I hope we don’t get lost trying to return. Plus we should leave soon as it will be getting dark soon. Yes I hate that we are driven farther, and farther away from home to get enough food plus something to trade for the meat scrapes we get. I hope we don’t starve this coming winter Mother.I was listening so hard I never heard the other two girls that walked up to Clyde and myself,. My mother was a single parent with two teenage kids on her hands, a crappy job, and bills to pay.I’m fifteen years old and I get to do just about anything I want to, as long as the cops don’t catch me.My sister Evelyn is thirteen years old and a little brat. She snitches on me all the time even though Mom doesn’t punish me and I always get even with her.Mom is a thirty-three-year-old woman with a great body. She got knocked up when she was seventeen years old and had me when she turned.