I kept my aim steady, and she filled her mouth up before sitting back, returning my stream to her chest. Ruth turned her head and started squirting h...r own stream out of her mouth and onto the wall of the shower. She ran out of pee the same time that I did, and I started to stroke myself up to full strength. I leaned over and turned the shower on and directed it onto Ruth. Once she was cleaned off, she extended her leg and shut off the water. She leaned back in the chair, spreading her legs. The deacon's hands had caressed her as he soaped her and then, after he'd performed a thorough soaping of her pussy and even her bottom he'd taken down the shower head to rinse off the lather.The motel and this room particularly were often used for sexual assignations and the showerhead with its long hose was an accessory. As Ramsay rinsed the suds from Julie's plump body he introduced her to the new sensations of having her pussy and her clit pummeled by the hot, pulsating spray. The deacon. She squeaked and jumped a bit as his tongue swirled over the puckered opening. “Shh,” he said as he continued to lavish attention on her. When he kissed her labia it opened to him eagerly and beckoned him to kiss and love her. Within moments she had abandoned her fear and given herself over to his ministrations. She squealed when he placed a cold dollop of the lubricant against her warm wet skin. “You know, they have a spell that creates a warm lubricant,” she said as she looked back at. Not long after Alison broached the subject of what our friend had said about us being an old married couple and I thought she is going to back off. It turned out not to be the case. The night that followed I will remember for the rest of my life. Our c***dren were staying at relatives on this particular Saturday night. Alison who sat next to me on the sofa raised the topic of us being compared to an old married couple. She asked if perhaps we should think about being a couple. I nervously.