It actually got it hard again. Seems like we both wanted more. We got out of the tub and toweled off. He said, “Follow me.” While walking through ...is kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of Scotch and a small brown bottle out of the fridge. He led me to his master bathroom; it had a huge shower, the type that had shower-heads on three walls. Within seconds the water was hot and we got in. We each took a couple of swigs of Scotch, then he started to soap me up, my chest, my nipples, pinching them,. Rachel and I worked for the same company. She was in sales and I was in manufacturing. She was on commission and I was salary. I have found that most people in sales and on commission have a tendency to let their mouths overload their asses and then they look to other people to bail them out. Rachel was no exception.A typical conversation would go something like this:"I just sold ABC ten thousand Mark 16B widgets and they have to have them by the first of the month." Sorry Rachel, the line is. I looked up to see my wife and father-in-law still sitting outside. We had been in there for about fifteen minutes, and they had to wonder what was taking so long. I thought, "Damn, we better get back out there."Just then Carol raised up and looked at me. She took a deep breath and let it out. She looked pissed off and started walking towards the bathroom. As she walked away she turned and said, "You son of a bitch. I can't believe what just happened!" No one can ever find out about this, no. And then she did what we were waiting for, she asked, “What do you want? Why you guys are doing this? What did I do to you?” My friends laughed on this and said, “Here we go. Now the bitch has said what we were waiting for.” One of my friend said, “Nothing. Just share yourself with us too like you are doing Neel.” And pressed one of her boobs. She said, “Please don’t do this.” Another friend said, “Don’t do all these drama. We know you guys have been fucking around for all these days. Now don’t.