There were eight shower heads in the gang shower room. She decided to use the first one. She set her towel down on a bench right beside the showers so...it wouldn't get wet, carried her soap and shampoo with her and stepped into the shower room. She played with the brass knob to get the water turned on and adjusted to a comfortable temperature and then stepped beneath it.She set the soap and shampoo in the small hole in the wall provided just for that purpose. Then allowed the water to wet down. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She tried to pull herself up and away from the thick spike piercing into her, but he held her by the shoulders, pinned under him as he drilled his hot prick deeper into her tight pussy."Ohh! Ohh!" she moaned over and over, feeling her pussy lips wrapping snugly around his thick shaft, feeling his fat cock-head wedging in, prying open her quivering tunnel. Her head rocked back and forth even as her pelvis threw her cunt up at the invading flesh. The pressure against her clit. I want him hurt. He’s hurt me with this, I think he deserves the same in return don’t you?’ she replied with mock sincerity. ‘Forgive me Mrs Hounslow but you don’t look or act like you’re hurt?’ Kris had no clue where this was going but she was way too calm. The friend was turned on, of that he was in no doubt. She looked like she wanted to eat him. The wife though? She was just still and serene like they were talking about an overdue library book. ‘Oh? Well OK, not hurt per se. More like. " But what she wanted is not..." You don't understand! She kissed me... and I kissed her back. Her kiss was different than Darius's. His are strong and powerful while her kiss was soft, tender and sweet. I can't get her out of my mind. I keep wondering if maybe it's her love I really want." Perhaps it's just infatuation. Something very new and different and therefore exciting." But that's the point Mom. I know you and Dad wouldn't approve, but I've been to bed with Darius. He's a wonderful.