I was standing in the shower trying to process all of this when the shower door opened. My s****r was standing there. She slowly got undressed, and st...pped into the shower with me. She stood in front of me, completely naked, the water running down both of our bodies. My cock stood at attention. She reached for a bottle of shampoo and let it run all over her tits. She rubbed it in and her tits were shiny and smooth. She then got on her knees in front of me, grabbed my cock, and slipped it in. Oliver had just turned eighteen and this was his first time out of England. He only knew these two because they were all dorm mates. After an hour of talking with the three of them I knew Oliver would be the one I offered my services to for the next year. He was a lot smaller than the other two and wore the cutest pair of glasses. I told them it was time for me to get going and asked Oliver if he would see me home. He looked very surprised but agreed happily. My house was only six blocks away. I stood in front of the heat vent brushing my long blond hair, while my other hand found my pussy. I glided my finger up and down over my slit, tickled my clit, and finally slipped my finger into my hole. It was already hot and wet, which was no surprise. It seemed like it was always wet lately.When I finished brushing my hair, I playfully flicked my nipples with the bristles, which sent chills right down to my pussy. I let the bristles tickle me all the way down my body, and end up on my. His mind wandered to all sorts of worst case scenarios for himself, for the farm, for his family, for the people he had vowed to save and protect ... They came at him rapid fire as a sort of high speed nightmare-scape. He felt a weight of pressure upon his chest and shoulders, as if another person were sitting on his shoulders, or twenty-five people to be exact. His heart and lungs seemed to burn as the panic and anxiety drove his vital signs toward oblivion. It was the body's own suicide.