He watched as she went her way wondering about her life. He reflected on his own. His first wife who took what was his and hid it from him. She drove ...im into debt while he served his country. When he returned he worked at a thankless job to earn what she gave away to her worthless family without his knowledge. She denied him the respect and loyalty that were supposed to come with a marriage. So he moved on. Later his second wife that he gave his life to showed him he was always second to her. We didn’t have sex in the shower, but we had fun lathering each other’s bodies in soap and we did make out, fondling each other, getting horny again. My pussy wasn’t hurting anymore from all the fucking I had done today. My pussy wanted more! We exited the shower playfully fighting to see who could grab the towel rack first, by which time I was laughing, tickling him, and getting wet for his cock that was now rock-hard and ready to love me again.We never made it to the bedroom. Instead, we. "I can't wait to see this, sorry I missed you two this afternoon but this is going to be great," Jean said as her mom handed me the bottle of canola oil and I pulled down my pants and briefs, sat down and poured a small pool of the oil in my palm and used the fingers of my other hand to spread it up and down my shaft.Then I looked up at them, grinning, as I began to stroke up and down while they watched. I'd never masturbated for anyone, for anyone to watch, until today but I was really liking. "I think it was a step in your evolution. You and I are now so intimately connected that we can communicate without talking, without even concentrating. I am now bound to you like my sister," she replied.I looked up then, and realized that she was correct. We had been communicating without talking, and in a way that seemed so much more natural that my earlier communications with Angela."She's right, Master." Angela replied. Her voice was as clear in my head as any voice had ever been, but I had.