I turned around and she was still standing outside the door holding the towel with a big smile on her face. I knew she could see me in the mirror and ... was wondering if she was going to leave the towel and go or if she wanted to watch me. I soaped up my chest and looked over at the mirror and she was still watching me. She did not know I could see her and I guess she liked watching me take a shower. I thought it would be fun to give her a show if that was what she was looking for. I slowly. “It’s not what it looks like,” I blurted. “Hmm, and what would that be?” he queried. “Okay, it is what it looks like but… I was just curious.” I finished lamely. “It seems as though most of the stories you read on this site had a spanking theme,” he gestured to the screen again. “Is that something that… interests you, Carla?”. Dave looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Oh god, he was so good looking, and we had a great sex life but it was kind of… straight. How could I tell him that although I. Not going to happen.Carefully I looked at the energy powering the clamps and helmet on my head. I had the place in my head not see walls, pipes, dirt, or wires except the ones carrying the energy to this room. As I chased the power back through the twists and turned I found a few places where I could see energy leaking out of the wires. When I zoomed in I could see that mice, or something, had been chewing on the insulation on the wires. Given the number of small piles of bones on the floor I. "Well Jason my husband Tim is away fishing as usual so would you like to come over and have a beer with me?" Tiffany asked. "Why sure Tiffany" I said and I walked over to her yard. "Why dont we go in the kitchen for that beer Jason?" Tiffany asked. "OK" I said and we went into her kitchen and she opened a couple of frosty's and gave me one . . . "So Tiffany how are you doing" I asked trying not to look at her nice melon tits with the nipples poking through her tank top right there in front of.