Mom finally said one word “Shower”. She climbed off me and put out her hand to help me off the sofa. I still felt a little weak, so took her hand ...nd followed her to the bathroom. She turned on the hot water and stepped in, then she beckoned for me to join her. In the shower she soaped down my body, slowly exploring every detail, spending several minutes of my cock, which slowly began to respond to her touch.She handed me the soap, it was my turn, I soaped her body down, starting at her. However, before going to sleep Jane turned to face me and, with a swat of her hand to my still stiff cock told me in no uncertain terms that it was her job, no matter how long it takes; to make me hard: and not some bloody chemical! With that she turned back over presenting her bottom to me and let me slide my stiffness back into her cunt so as not to waste its hardness while we drifted-off.The following day after breakfast Jane was stood at the sink washing the dishes and wearing her bathing. As she neared the end of her task, she looked around to make sure thatshe and Ty had the place to themselves. She slipped the magazine fromthe one she'd hidden it in and placed it in the bottom of her basket.The cover-sissy in red lingerie slowly disappeared beneath her sortedpiles of satin and lace. She placed her laundry things on top of thepiles as she'd done a hundred times before.Stephanie looked around once more, then grabbed her backpack and headedfor the men's room. She must be ready,. A bit of silence fell between us and I could see him eyeballing me out the corner of my eye but I didn’t turn to look at him. I wanted to see how long he would stare and he was getting to the point of really obvious. I do recollect my skimpy half shirt jumping around in the wind, though and couldn’t blame him for trying to cop a quick peek. After all, I had no bra and the more my shirt whipped against my breasts, the harder my nipples became. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and opened my.