She reached out and started to twist dials, pushing buttons, figuring out how it functioned with simple trial and error. She was surprised at the powe... of the water once she learned out how to switch it on, it wasn’t just trickling down but firing out of the shower head with enough force to push it back with the recoil.As she twisted the dial adding heat to the downpouring of water she drew in a soft lungful of air, the tiles of the walls were, to her surprise, changing colour, cycling through. She is so beautiful. She had a little make up on, and her lips were ruby red, but best of all was that flush of colour in her cheeks she gets when she is feeling horny. She was wearing a light blue cotton dress and I could see she had no bra on as her nipples were standing out stiff under the fabric. Without me asking she lifted her dress and showed me that she was just wearing white knickers. I touched her panties with my finger tips and I could feel her heat. Mrs B was going to get what she. "Blame myself? Why would you think I would do that? I blame that fucking cunt and that fucking slag I married. Blaming myself doesn't come into it. To be honest, in a way I am glad, but that don't mean I am not sorry, for fucks sake I loved the bitch for long enough."Grey studied him and reaching into his jacket passed over his hip flask. "I have two bottles in the car."Shit you stole from me no doubt, bring it in I need a drink." Eric snapped."Eric, there was a note to you, I have a fax copy,. ” He moved his hands around her waist and pressed his fingers into the dip of her pelvis. The sensation sent a spasm through her body. “ Ooh, that's nice,” she whispered. She had the urge to throw her legs apart. “ Do you mind if I take my pants off?” Steady girl. We don't want any misunderstandings here, do we? “Just so you don't get them covered in oil.” she added. “ Of course. You can cover with the towel, if you want.” No sign of emotion in his voice. Doesn't he want to see me naked? .