It takes just seconds for the water to heat up, but it feels dead nice when I step in the small cream-colored cubicle. The warm stream of water soften...d my nipples and I rubbed my delicate hands over my generous 34C breasts. I've always been proud of my breasts. I wore low cut blouses and jumpers; older men and teenage boys ogled my chest. I had loved that fiery, wolfish look in their eyes, after they looked at me and then turned their heads to see where I was headed off to. It made me feel. "You know what, let me take care of this. Just sit and relax, stud." Her fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, and momentarily, my screen was filled with numerous, identically sized thumbnails of naked girls."Peachy19 dot com, huh? Let's see what we have here." She began clicking thumbnails, bringing up the full galleries. "Tell me when you see something you like."Despite myself, I began to get hard again. Within minutes, she opened up a gallery showing a series of images of a blonde girl. At the end of the riverside path was a lovely country-style Pub, very popular in fine weather especially as it had a large beer garden at the rear. My wife and I both had a few ciders in the beer garden, and managed to sit at the far end of the seating arrangement, facing away from the other drinkers. We always got a great buzz out of this sort of situation, with me gently stroking the cleavage on view and coaxing another button or two open, both top and bottom. When sufficient buttons were. Now even that minuscule defence was gone - my ass was open, and available, for her."God you have one great ass mom." I did - it was my best feature, I knew. It was round and firm. Looking almost large in clothing but wearing lingerie, other sexy attire or just nothing at all - it looked delicious.A shiver ran through me, moving inwards toward my crotch, at the compliment. Involuntarily I pressed my thighs together and arched my back, this brought my ass higher by a few centimetres and widening.