“Do tell” I said, and kissed her again. She got up and started slowly walking to my bathroom. She looked at me over her shoulder and said, “you ...oming?” I shot up and I was at her side in a flash. I took her hand and we walked into the bathroom. “Ladies first,” I said, leading her to the shower. She got in and I stood there for a minute admiring her body when I remembered that I could touch her. I got in and asked “honestly, how was last night? Was it okay or were you faking for my benefit?”. " Marcus?" she leant forward a little, and he turned away towards the kitchen again, but she caught up to him by the sink. "Hey... you are, you're crying." I can't help her." He turned around, facing her, sliding down the wall to rest in the corner between the sink and the wall."She's going through... God knows what she's going through, and I can't help her. I don't understand what she's feeling." She hunkered down in front of him, mindful that she wasn't dressed for crouching on the floor in. But what? Hook them up earlier was impossible. Set my whole bedroom under Floodlight? No, because my neighbours would have enjoyed the show but that was not what I wanted. Then I had an Idea. My wardrobe in my bedroom was on the same wall as my shower was. So I threw everything out of my wardrobe an cut out an hole which was 40 inch width and 80 inch high. In this hole I set in a half sided mirror as you know them from several interrogation rooms in TV-series, so you could look through my. All Bob could think was “Wow!” His hands started gently massaging Marbe’s softly inviting C-cup tits. Between kisses, Marbe suggested that he can squeeze her girls a little harder. Bob, fearful of going overboard, rubbed only a little harder. Marbe’s nipples stuck out nicely. Bob started caressing them with his fingers. That seemed to make Marbe smile. Those nipples were quickly raised to Bob’s tongue. He licked them. He sucked them. I was still going strong with Bob’s dick. I licked it. I.