Or even some evenings, when they were glued in front of the television, I could take a long shower. The beauty of a long shower (and having multiple b...throoms) is that you don’t have to have the water running all the time you are in the bathroom. You could ostensibly be using the toilet before you took your shower. Or you could aim the shower head at the wall, so the water wouldn’t hit you, and turn on just enough cold water (cold so you wouldn’t run out of hot water later) to make some water. "Yeah, but that's all right -- it just proves that I mean it," he rumbled. "You can just blurt it out any old time, but -- oof!" He fended off a second blow to his stomach, laughing."Shut up and..." she began."YOU don't tell ME to shut up! I tell YOU to shut up!" he retorted -- but his signature anger wasn't there with the words."But..." Shut UP, Bernice..." Randy lilted."Yes, Randy." She started sucking his neck. That lasted for about thirty seconds, then she whispered, "Oh, shit, this is. " She moved back to the wall and flattened herself there, looking frightened, turning in her toes and squeezing her thighs together. She shook her head negatively. "Please," she murmured."Fear not, maiden," I said lightly, bending to kiss her gently and lifting her shift with both hands, sliding it up her legs until it bunched at her pinched-in waist and then caressing her pelvic area, my thumbs sliding into her fuzzy groin. "It has been oft welcomed, much praised and never despised." She. Alex’s’ mouth was suddenly very dry and he downed the rest of the wine as Ann places kisses around and on, his organ through the material, while easing his trousers down. ?Finished your drink? Have mine,? she whispers as, having pulled his trouser down to his ankles, she leans back and takes her glass, which she passes to him before resuming her exploration. Alex gulps the wine down, before being forced back in to the soft embrace of the sofa by Ann’s’ firm, but insistent hand. Taking the cold.