Almost halfway through the movie, I got up to go to the bathroom.(I should probably tell you all a bit about Sarah before we go any further. She was a...out 5’5” with an amazing figure. She was wearing a flowing knee-length summer dress that had a V-neck and thin straps which revealed her shoulders. I was in knee-length shorts and a plain t-shirt.)Now, back to what happened after I got up and headed to the bathroom. I was washing my hands after taking a leak. Someone opened the door and entered. “Let me see where you need my help,” I asked settling myself beside her.She opened the book and I started explaining to her the various things she asked. I felt an urge to pee. I excused myself from her and went to the toilet to ease myself. When I came out of the toilet after about 10 minutes, I found her missing from the living room.And, then she came out of my room and the color of her face was red. “Oh shit!” I said to myself. She must have seen the porn movie that I left running on my PC. She was upset because the shock had worn off and she didn't want to have a melt down in the workplace. I asked her if she wanted to talk and she said yes please. She confided to me that for the past 4 years her hubby had had no interest in her, claimed he was suffering from E.D. but refused to go to the doctor, when she attempted to intiate sex he would pull away and for some time was sleeping in a spare bedroom. However, she new something was amiss when she went in the room early one morning. Your mouth is watering probably as much as my pussy as the soapy bundle sails south and rubs my throbbing clit. I open my eyes and seem to catch your glance. I step out of the shower and hug you allowing the soap suds to tickle your skin. I run my fingertips through your bundle of chest hair. I drag you into the shower. "Squirt," shampoo goes from the bottle to my palm. I rub my hands together as the aroma of coconut fills the shower. I start massaging your scalp. Back and forth, back and forth.