..Marcus sat on the edge of the bed and fastened the cuffs to his neatly pressed shirt.Miranda had insisted on washing and ironing his clothes before ...llowing him to climb back into them, and in truth Marcus had been more than happy to stay naked with Miranda whilst his clothes were in the washing machine.They had had a lot of fun over the last couple of days, but he thought that the shower would be one thing, he would not quickly or easily forget.He was smiling as he pulled on his trousers,. “Oh, no you don’t; I’ve been waiting for this and in my house, we do it my way,” I grunted. I put an arm under her legs and lifted her to sit on top of the dryer. She put her feet on the edge and leaned back on the control panel. I can never ignore a wet pussy even if I’m on the brink of fucking it; I dove in between her legs and stuck my tongue in her just once. It was positively worth the wait. She voluntarily opened her folds and I lapped at her clit a few times. Either one of us would have. I grabbed the handle and opened it up silently. I also made sure not to let the door make noise as I closed it either.'Holy shit, my heart is beating so hard, I hear it in my eardrums now,' I thought, tiptoeing down the small hallway towards the actual room. 'And the shower is running now, Rebecca is probably in there,' I thought, before I took a quick look at the lockers. 'I don't see or hear anyone else, so it has to be her. Rebecca Moore is naked in the showers right now. Holy shit, she is. Settling in the broad and fertile valley that they surged through, we’d usually remaiun until the next microwinter, when it was easy for the children to cross the icy trickles of the headwaters high in the alpine biome. From there we could descend back down to the ringriver and continue antispinward, crossing the island chain again to return into the summerlands.Taking the same route on the aft side of the river brought us against Amazonia, who’s waters came down from the mountain we called.