"How are you doing?" Not bad John. Just sick and tired of waiting for my lazy husband to either fix or replace my shower," she replied."Still?" Yes, y...u know what he did? He bought me one of those silly showers that fit over the taps and told me to use that, the tight git!" she stormed."Do what Jan does with me and tell him he's not getting any till he gets it sorted," I chuckled."Christ, he'd welcome that. Last time I practically raped him because he's forgotten what it's for. I'd never get. There are plenty of clothes here that you can wear," I suggested to her."Won't Marjorie object?" She asked."Hild this is your home now, relax," I told her. I wish I could too, I still felt very tense. It wasn't to Hild I had made the comment but to myself.We went into the bathroom and started to fill the spa. It was nice to be able to turn the tap and you had unlimited water both hot and cold. We quickly discarded all our clothes and just threw them on the floor.I went into the shower and gave. She started to walk off in the direction of the pub but he handed her a helmet from a sleek looking black bike and told her,"Not much, but we have transport."Martha climbed on the bike behind him, wrapping her long slender legs around his narrow hips. She almost had an instantaneous orgasm feeling his hot young flesh between her legs. She hoped he didn't realize the effect he had on her libido and tried her best not to shake when she put her arms around his waist.The pub was just a short. Instead I kept pushing harder and sort of wiggled my hips back and forth sideways. Christy liked that too, because she started making those high whining noises that Daddy said meant she was having an orgasm.I felt something kind of kissing the tip of my prick way up inside her and that was wonderful too. I kind of poked and prodded at that spongy thing and then I felt an opening of some kind. So I gave a lusty shove and the last inch of my cock sunk in her. She squealed and her legs started.