There was no doubt they had a loud, acrimonious argument about something after dinner the night my parents met Jeff. Neither would tell me a thing abo...t it so, clearly, it was serious.My father had persisted in suggesting character flaws in Jeff. Was it out of concern for me?Jeff had persisted in suggesting my father was up to something; trying to break us up. Was he just setting the stage to counter my father's future allegations against him? Was he trying to get me so suspicious of my father. That’s how it began, ladies and gentlemen. The relationship destined to change my life. Maimuna Jibril was born in the Hiran region of Somalia, and lost her husband Ali and their daughter Amina to the tribal warfare which plagued Somalia for much of their lives. I was saddened when Maimuna revealed these things to me. The lady was thirty six years old and had been through so much. I promised Maimuna that I would be her friend and protector in Ottawa, and the lady laughed and nodded. We became. All I knew of him was that he had been killed in a car wreck. I bought the house from his adult children. Needless to say I connected a VCR to the pool house cable.The party went well. I stocked coolers with sodas, ordered several pizzas, and had the pool house stocked with towels. I knew that the VCR was taping several 14 year olds changing into bikinis (all of Anna’s friends were lovely young women) so when I excused myself to change the tape I couldn’t help but take a peek. There was Anna’s. Behold! Water is the key! Yet, I kept my penis there, under the strong warm stream and it felt real good. Really good. I left it there, water hitting it but it wasn't until I moved my shaft up and let the water hit the underside of my dick that things got sticky. Now the water was hitting all the sensitive spots and it was the best feeling in the world. Perhaps this is a reason I love shower sex and I find myself jerking off in the shower every now and again these days. It was built into.