And still did. I looked at my watch. It was 7:15. She was studying my face closely, seeming to measure me. "Sure thing, Danny. Listen, umm... now that...I'm not your doctor, would you care to join me for a little dinner?" she asked in a speculative manner. "I haven't eaten all day, and I thought you might make good company." She looked at me with a flirtatious smile on her face. "Hell, I'd be honored, Suzanne. Hell, I'll join you for a 'big' dinner." I grinned. "I'm fairly famished, myself.". She smiled up at him, pulling her wet hair away from her back and he started washing her back, starting at her shoulders and moving lower. He had seen her naked on numerous occasions, he had seen her half-dressed much more, but still she seemed to be the most perfect woman he could ever imagine and for now she was sharing a shower with him.Her soft hand on his startled him out of his thoughts, she slipped the loofah from his hand and went on to wash herself, he reached up to get the shampoo and. And one day, I thought that she would probably grow up to be quite a looker. But at the moment, she was quite the tomboy. And probably something of a handful for her parents. I was always amused when Delilah played with Andy because not only was she a few years older than him, but they were complete opposites as well. To be honest, I'd always kind of hoped that something might rub off and Delilah might get Andy interested in some of the more boyish things, which she liked. So far there had been. “Work harder, slave, pleasure your mistress harder and quicker.” I did so as Harriet wrapped her sender but muscular thighs around my head. With that and the mix of fresh perspiration and juices was making it hard to breath, so my breathing was becoming faster and noisier also harder. I would soon be gasping for air, but just then Harriet locked her legs around me stretching out and groaning, “Ah! Ah! Aah Aaarg.” She gasped then slumped down, followed by quieter moans and spasms as I continued.