I turn the shower on. We take each others suits off. Your breasts are glistening wet and inviting. I kiss you and you grab my dick. It responds accord...ngly. We get in the shower and both of our eyes go straight to the massaging shower head. And then look at the seat opposite it. I kiss you again. Our tongues meet. My hands are on your ass pulling you close. You sit down and I adjust the head to the pulsating jets that I know you like. You lift your left leg and sit it on the seat. I aim the. Or if a woman who overhears a sexist joke in passing through a hallway feels it to be sexual harassment, then that too is sexual harassment.By the same logic, since she felt that this man was raping her, then he was indeed guilty of rape and she should feel no remorse for what she was about to do to him.A different speaker had said that when crimes occur, especially against women, all men share the guilt. So this bastard is as guilty of murdering her daughter as any other."Make me come, you. I entered the kitchen to the wonderful smells and scurrying around of two beautiful women. Sara smiled at me as Darcy continued whatever she was doing and didn’t make eye contact. I began setting the table as Darcy bent over to open the oven and retrieve freshly baked biscuits from the oven. I had to admit that her ass looked amazing. She arched her back, I think on purpose, as the fabric from her sun dress draped across her haunches. Of course I noticed that she was likely not wearing. I looked around the hay and found the spot where Josh was laying the day before. I walked over to it slowly and sank down to my knees. I looked at a wet spot on the wood where the wasn't any hay. It must have been the white stuff from Josh's cock. I touched it gently and saw that it was dry. I sighed, really wanting to touch it. I sat down in the hay where Josh had sat and leaned back against the hay. I sighed... hopefully Pawpaw wouldn't talk to me about me and Josh; hopefully he would think.