The closest thing to walls was a single three-foot wall with a shelf wide and stable enough to hold your soap and shampoo, and another three-foot wall...at the far end with hooks to hold the towels out of the shower stream. The other three sides were open to the elements.Megan blinked at the facility. "We're supposed to shower HERE?" she demanded."Yes. No different from the shower beside the pool." But we'll be showering naked in public..." She suddenly realized how ridiculous the statement was.. Had he come he was going to have to deal with my mother's wrath—not something I'd like to describe here. We lived near Greenwich, Connecticut so after the ceremony Mom and Dad treated all of us to dinner at Manero's, a fabulous and famous steak house originally owned by pro golfer Tony Manero who had won the 1936 US Open. In addition to wonderful steaks Manero's is reputed to have the best garlic bread ever. They claim that the best defense against their garlic bread is to have some you.. I looked up towards where his voice drifted from, and got an eyeful, he was leaning over the banister in a pair of skin-tight briefs and a broad smile.Dropping his hand onto his bulge he smiled even more broadly, adding a 'Hi aunt Mariel', giving himself a squeeze, somehow I felt it was more for my benefit.Just then his Mom walked-in with his ironed shirt and looked up, his erection was straining the stitching in his underpants, and she shook her head.'Just like your fucking father', shaking. John-Paul then got my mum on all fours and shoved his 8 inch cock (quite big for 17 hey!) in her ass and fucked her, she pulled me down and gave the best oral ever, once that had finished John-Paul grabbed me, put me on my back, spread my legs and fucked me, I came loud and fast as John finished, I then got up, walked over to dad who lying down on the floor in sweat and said 'do you want my ass today daddy or not?, you know me very well, El' said my dad, he then followed me into the living room.