They turned to face each otherand, with their slacks around their ankles, had to shuffle to get closeenough for what came next. When they were near e...ch other both of themappeared ready to cry. Blinking and sniffling, they gingerly hookedtheir fingers under the waists of each others' panties. It was so awfulto have to touch another guy that way. A guy in panties. With no bodyhair. But they did it. They wriggled each others' panties down to mid-thigh, which is when their wives told them. He controlled the pace and the climax, not her. She was satisfied, as she always was, but it left her wanting more. She wanted ‘scream out loud’ sex. The kind that produce those overpowering rush of adrenaline induced orgasms, that take the top of her head off and leave her body weak and numb afterwards. She needed one of those now. It was HER turn. Glancing at the clock, she knew where she would find him. He would be in the exercise room working out. It was his morning ritual. She slipped. So, after giving in to my request, we set off to take a nice morning shower. * * * THE NEXT DAY: SHOWER * * * Wet, soapy shower play! It’s just what a sex doctor should prescribe to invigorate the mood in prelude of doing some erotic romping. With that same idea, we enter the motel’s compact shower stall and heat the water to a warm, satisfying temperature. We stand close to each other and watch the water streaming down our exteriors. Bathing with you is always exhilarating, it’s as equally. 'Okay, ' Béla chimed.Her clothing vanished and reappeared over a box, dropping down in an unfolded pile. She stood, naked, waiting for her sister to decide what device to use on her, first. The guns were pretty much all the same, so it didn't matter much what Beth picked up.Beth chose a large caliber automatic pistol. Béla didn't know what caliber it was, but the barrel was really huge. Her belly tightened in anticipation of being violated and shredded apart by that monster. She stood, unable.