While Monica sat and peed I started the water for our shared shower. It had been years since I had shared a shower, but like fresh lovers we needed to...explorer each other bodies in every way. When the water was right we both stepped into the shower stall. We immediately locked in an embrace, allowing the warm water to slip down between us. My erect cock was pushed between Monica's thighs nestled up against her pussy and I wanted to fuck her right there, but I didn't want her to go to school. "I was born the daughter of a nomad whore. I don't mind saying that because it's completely true. My mother was a good whore, too, and a woman devoted to her husband and her daughter. We travelled around the southern continent on a tented wagon. There were four wagons in our train and a total of seventeen people. We didn't even have a name for ourselves, really; we were just "the people." There were nine cities we visited on our course, the same course, year after year. My father was a merchant. " So why now, I mean, is it..."She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, as she could see where hismind was going. "I don't know if it's the magic, or whatever changed me...But you should know that I've never felt as good as I do right now, withyou."There was a look in her eyes that told Clay something, but he wasreluctant to see it. He could tell that she was offering herself to him,but he was just to shy to make a move. She was the one that had gone downon him, and however good it was he. We both looked at her gym bag and made eye contact, I grinned as she nodded her head with a little smile. I was so nervous. Later in the day we ran into each other in the break-room while I was getting coffee she asked me in a soft low voice "So did you like my car?" I replied and told her it was a great car I would have to run more errands in it more often. She then asked me "Did you like my gym bag too?" I answered and told her I don't know what she's talking about. She said " I went through.