It was like watching a fresh orange soaked in morning dew. You just need to hold it, squeeze it and the juice would fill you. The water-droplets on he... neck were gently rolling down to her chest. Her body was glistening. And her wet-hair was sticking to her face and her lips. The orange was going to meet the juicer.I’d such a hard-on that I lost my mind. I pushed the door in and stepped into the bathroom. She quickly wrapped herself with the towel. The towel barely reached her knees and it was. I could not decide whether the is out of physical pain on her breasts or out of the pain of insult I gave her physically squeezing her water melons unexpectedly. She fell flat on floor, her left shoulder hitting the floor and rolled on to her back and her knees went up in the air like a mountain when heels remained on the floor. ‘Ah Amma’ she cried and more tears flew out of her eyes. She was making a futile attempt to get up. I also figured she is expecting a hand from me to get up. A thought. She told Nick to place his hands on the wall above his head, and spread his feet as wide as he could in the shower. He did so, and she lathered him up completely front and back making sure his cock, balls and asshole were really clean. Nick really seemed to like it when she did that part, and then she rinsed him off. He had a boner the whole time. It looked like fun. After rinsing off, she took shave cream to his cock and balls and brought out the razor. In just a minute she had him shaved. Chapter 5 - The Dream DateJohn arrived at my door promptly at 7 PM, in a black tuxedo. He was 6' 4",ripped and towered over my 5' 7", 135 stature. He had brought a bouquet ofroses for me. At the door, his muscular arms engulfing my soft, voluptuousbody and gave me a deeply passionate kiss. I was trembling with girlishexcitement and almost fainted on the spot.After a very romantic dinner at a five star French restaurant, where weshared fine wine and our electrical attraction glowed in the.