"Mm, is that edible?" I asked, Mark slipped a finger into my mouth for me to taste what he was oiling me up with. His hands slid all over me, from my ...ipples, down my stomach and to my now hair free pussy (Mark and Launa preferred me to be smooth). I loved the feeling of his hands slipping and sliding all over me, I was aching for him to start fucking me so I started to beg for him to do it. "Fuck me Mark, fuck me hard, I need you in me now"."All in good time my dirty little girl" was his. Once she felt the soap roughly scrubbing her pussy, her mouth opened and all air left her lungs.When I was done with the bar of soap, I pushed her to the ground. I intended to squirt shampoo into her hair and make her wash it. It was at this time that it dawned on me that I was still wearing my clothes. I quickly removed my clothes, wallet, watch and tossed them out of the shower. All the remained was my boxer shorts.Holding my mother down on the shower floor, I grabbed the hand nozzle and made. Truth be told, Heather always hates it when I joke around and call myself a ‘dumb jock.’ Sure, I was on the football team and liked to party with my teammates, but I had been raised in a big Christian family – I had four older brothers and two younger sisters. Our parents had raised us to be respectful and old-fashioned in a lot of ways, so I was usually the one guy on the team who made sure no one did anything they shouldn’t be doing. All I know is, I was taught a solid foundation of what was. Don and Sian copied her and joined her a few moments later. Bridget took a couple of bites and then leaned over to give them each a kiss before getting up. Both kisses had just a tiny flick of her tongue before she moved on. For Christmas this year, Bridget put up an extra stocking for Sian. She wanted her to feel part of their Christmas in every way. She got down all three stockings and brought them over. How Bridget did stockings was a carryover from when she was little. Her parents allowed.