He tried the knob, but it too was locked.“Go away!” wailed Anita.John said nothing, but only unlocked the door and walked in. He could see his wif... through the frosted glass of the shower door. He yanked the door open and looked in at her.Anita was too embarrassed to look her husband in the eye. “Go away!” she weakly cried, slumping to the shower floor. As John looked down on her, weeping under the water, a plan flashed through his mind. She didn’t realize that he had been receiving the other. Her problem was with Durham Artist Co-op, but mine wasn’t. I had the FBI coming for me, or so they said. I really wanted a hobby some thing that would get me away from home and unavailable for any of them. I had always thought of myself as the artistic type, even though I had never shown any talent for anything.I waited patently for something to happen. When it didn’t, I moved on to trying to make something happen. When that didn’t work, I started to slip into a dark place. I was actually. Her hands rubbed the lotion into her skin in a sensual half caress. He was breathing heavily and stroking his cock as he watched her bare breasts sway gently with the motion of her arms. After she had finished with her shoulders she took some more lotion and her hands moved to her breasts. She rubbed the lotion in circular motions from the outside in, her eyes half closed in pleasure. When he saw her nipples harden from her touch he couldn’t suppress a moan and his hips jerked forward. Her. I screamed, writhing, begged. Everything was bright lights and blackness in my head; my eyes were squeezed tight shut as every muscle in my body spasmed uncontrollably. I must have looked possessed. Nathan held me as still as he could and continued to tease, licking very gently, to prolong my orgasm. I eventually pushed his head away when things got too sensitive.I eventually stopped writhing around as the endorphins slowed their assault. I hadn’t even noticed Nathan move up to lie next to.