There was a squeak of a rotating shower handle and the rush of water in the stall next to me. As I lathered some soap dripped over my eyelids, forcing...me to keep them closed. “Ugh, seriously?” a female voice protested, “Is there no hot water? Did you take it all?” the voice asked me, upset but clearly poking fun. I leaned forward and let the water splash over my face, trying to rinse the soap from my eyes. “If you get here late, they sometimes run out of hot water. This one just got replaced,. Pushing my big purple cockhead along her soaking quim, I got it good and lubed and poked at her asshole. I expected her to protest but the look in her eyes showed me she wanted this. The juice-covered head plopped into her hole and I slowly worked the rest of my length up her. We lay there locked together and I leaned down and kissed her passionately, my tongue deep in her mouth. She responded by hungrily sucking on my tongue which drove me wild.‘Oh baby, you really have to experience. . . everything. But before long, Tracey no longer cared about sex. She just wanted to be held. Alicia and I now gave Tracey hospice care at home, working with her doctors and educating ourselves as to what she needed, and making sure she was as comfortable as possible. “Mike? Allie?” Tracey murmured one night as Alicia and I gently held her between us. “You’re staying together after me . . . getting married for real, right?” “We are,” Alicia promised. “You were there when Mike proposed . .. Di knew that I looked at porn mags but she couldn’t understand the fascination. On the second or third night we had a great fuck and as usual di let me cum inside her as she was on the pill. As we lay recovering I told her that a fantasy of mine would be to photograph her naked – she of course refused. I had a Minolta SLR (single Lens Reflex) camera and wasn’t too bad a photographer. Di’s concern was that if I did photograph her then the film would need to be developed and strangers would see.