But my bathroom downstairs only had cold water, so instead I opted for the upstairs bathroom hot water, stripped off my shorts (all I needed to wear i... the house) and soaped up and massaged my neck under the shower. Neck seemed a little better as I rubbed the soap all over, then down my body elsewhere, all over, and then up and lingering on my dick and balls as I dreamed. My wife had enjoyed sex before we married, but seemed suddenly to turn off after that, so it was stressful to push myself to. It all started with a quiet dinner. Alex was a great cook. And an even better lover. How many orgasms was it? Well two on the sofa to start. Then a third on the bed. Another in the shower. A fifth on the bed and maybe a sixth? Then the last one after breakfast. And he came four times? The first when he fucked her on the sofa. That was nice. Then again when in bed. Then he covered her face when in the shower. The bed again. And then this morning, Oh, so five times. It was. “So quickly?” she asked.“Yes, we must get out of here before papa gets back,” he explained.She now had a duty so she left without saying a word because she had to report to Cat.At midday he went to the kitchen for his sausage and beer. LIsbeth was there alone to serve him and he asked how Cat was. “Well and excited about our trip,” she said. Otto was able to get the jobs done that his father had on the schedule and nearly had the documents finished by night fall. He locked the front door. ..Is that normal that your mom...Ehmm...does that?”Oh no. What was I gonna say to her? Maybe the truth!?“What you mean?”“That she sends you a picture of her legs in pantyhose!? Just seems weird to me!”I blushed. “It is not really my mom. It’s kinda complicated!”My hair looked so fucking good, and my big fluffy curls lit up. So beautiful.“She is your lover, isn't she?”I thought for a second. “Well maybe not that complicated anyway. Yes, she is!”She took the apron off me and I stood up and looked.