I rinsed the soap off them and pointed the shower head at my wet pussy.It felt so good,but wasn't enough to make me cum.My finger soon sorted that.Aft...r just a few minutes rubbing my clit I came.Not as good as a big cock,but it would have to do.I got dried off and started dressing,when the doorbell rang.I only had my stockings and skirt on.I quickly pulled on a top and went downstairs to answer the door.It was the plumber.After only 45 minutes.bloody hell.I brought him into the kitchen,aware. My father Roger Allen was the strong mindedhighly opinionated guy who was always right. He was big and slightlyoverweight but he loved my mother, or this is what I was thinking at thetime as he was always polite and never cruel to her.My mother Adele was a petite very feminine woman and the 'intellectual'of the family. She was always with a book in her hands and she was anactive member of various book and cinema clubs and was not at allinvolved in any housekeeping. I often had the impression. " Bobby said with a smile on his face. "I want to pick up a T-shirt." "Shit!" Chris swore and jumped to his feet. He flashed Mark a worried look as he jumped to his feet. "He's going to get a shirt of his own." Hope it's that Ryoga one we talked about before." Mark followed Chris downstairs so fast, that Chris didn't even bother to head into the bathroom and run hot water to change back.With even more urgency than when he first fell under the curse, Chris and Mark rode out to the mall.. Matthew's dark hair contrasted nicely with Christopher's blond locks, and each one had a rock hard ass that could make a Greek god do a double-take. Stuart had decided then and there to fuck one or both of the nubile young lads if he got the chance.It looked like Lady Luck was now dealing him some winning cards."Did you touch Matthew's penis?" Stuart asked his son."No, Dad." Did he touch yours?" No, Dad, nothing like that happened. We just jerked off together, talking about girls and.