She let me watch her dress and undress. No more closed doors. I watched her shower so beautiful as she felt her own tits, all wet and soapy. If I want...d to touch her, she let me. I could feel her tits now, and kiss them anytime I wanted. She would hold my head and whisper: (I like that.) I never stopped checking the windows in our house though, to make sure no one was looking. She liked that too. I couldnt stop thinking about the night before and how it went off the pleasure scale. She teased. "Steph opened her eyes wide. "Maybe he wants to buy a special Christmas gift for someone." It was clear who she thought that someone might be.Holly sputtered out a laugh. "Easy girl, I wouldn't want you to get overheated." Oh stop, you're just jealous he picked me." You keep telling yourself that," said Holly, looking at me in the rear view mirror with a wink.I sighed, letting their ordinary banter ground me to the real world. "It's nice to see you two getting along again."Steph smiled at me. My Mark was already up in his bed probably snoring and I knew I could make it to my sister’s house and back in less than fifteen minutes.I practically burst into the front door because I was in such a hurry to get back home just in case Mark woke up and wanted to give the “baby-making project” another go with my legs held high to keep his sperm inside as long as possible. Our love-making had become more business –like the past year or so because Mark desperately wanted a son to keep up the. She practiced controlling the streams of dirty water as the longer streams would burn. She would allow a little out and then pinch it off for comfort. At first the water was thunderous as feces was washed out and collided into the toilet bowel. After most of the water was gone, Erica was obviously very relieved and much more comfortable. The water came out clear, and the streams were less intense. I ran a hot shower. Erica had gotten chilled with the room temperature water I had put in the.