Once inside, she took another gulp before setting the thermos just outside the shower door still within reach. The hot water thrummed against her skin...as it washed away the crimson that streaked her mouth, neck, and chest. With eyes closed, Vixen imagined what it would be like to share a shower with Dane. Would he run the back of his fingers up the side of her thigh, along her wide hips and lean torso, and finally cup one of her generous breasts in one hand as he fondled her sex? A long moan. ”“An endless merry-go-round of idle chitchat, experimental cooking and New World wines,” I said. “Why can’t we just go to the cinema one Saturday night instead? The latest Chloë Goodman film opens soon—I’d like to see that.”My lovely wife grinned and slapped my arm again. “Yes. I’ll bet you would, you dirty old pervert.”One Week Later“Look at these houses, Mike. Aren’t they lovely? All chocolate-boxy,” Susan said as I drove through the village. “Houses like these are so easy to sell. They fly. It finally hit him that this big, mean senior was after his poor, little, innocent sister. He came up to me one morning after breakfast and very confidently told me that he'd noticed what was going on and he was a lot older than I was and he was sure I didn't realize it but Bubba was going to try to take advantage of me. I looked him in the eye and told him to fuck off.Well, he got this idea that I had no idea of how boys and girls related to each other and dedicated his life to try and. ‘I know, but heroin?’ ‘Don’t think of it as heroin, but as salvation.’ And with that she stood up, picked up her purse, and led Mark to the bedroom. Mark was having trouble understanding the grip that this woman had on him. He was, as people often do when under the influence, making a decision to do something that they would never do while sober. He pondered this as he watched Emily take off her long sleeve shirt, and then her pants and panties. She sat down on the bed Indian style and began.