She turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up before adjusting it. “Clean yourself up now,” she said. I was in a trance. My mind wa... in suspended animation. I didn’t want to think about what had happened but images of the night’s events flitted through my mind: lying over Carole’s lap, getting fucked by Mona, servicing all those women like an assembly line, and Julie. I remembered the look in Julie’s eyes when she first came up to me; the look in her eyes reflected in the mirror. So we headed upstairs. Dressing me was easy; we already knew what Jack wanted me to wear. But Frieda and I are NOT the same size or shape and it was an immediate problem, since all I had was the stuff we'd bought earlier in the day. Frieda thought it was great fun, of course, but I was unhappy; anything I had would look like a tent on her and make Momma and I look like elephants! All I had that looked halfway decent was a translucent cover-up designed to be worn with something else translucent,. The small bathroom had already filled with warm air, but I felt the goose pimples start to rise on my skin. George was really going to work on my neck now, and one hand slipped off my breast and began to move down my stomach. I moaned softly, but then grabbed his wrist. "The shower," I reminded him."Oh yeah," he said. I opened the shower curtain again and stepped inside. The warm water felt so good on my skin. I stepped under the spray and did a slow spin, raising my arms to cover my entire. Alex told me Tony had helped her a lot through her divorce. But it was funny to sit and talk with a naked woman and a serviceman who just had repaired my motor home. I was then told that Alex’s ex husband was actually gay, with premature ejaculation. Alex also told us that he was her first man, so she thought it was natural to be like that. In the beginning they had sex on Friday evenings, then every second Friday and to make it worse her ex was buying dildo’s not to please her, but for her to.