I tried to sneak in toward the toilet, but she spotted me right away.“I feel so much better!” she exclaimed.I was in quiet concentration, trying t... get the flow going. I was just hoping that I would not spray all over her bathroom.“That’s o.k., I’m just talking to myself in here,” she added.I responded, “Trying to pee over here, you wouldn’t understand.”She replied, “Room for two in here, you know.”‘I thought to myself that there was nothing that was going to keep me out of that shower,. The scenes I concocted… hmmmm…. conCOCKted might be more appropriate… anyway, my own pageants proved the most demure of all. I discovered that the more I practiced control, the stronger my explosive effusive projections were. Hell, it was as if I possessed a mini Old Faithful of my own, I don't mind admitting. Talk about a geyser… suck me! I also discovered that if I caressed my perineum, followed by my rectum, and finish off with stroking my prostrate… all while lovingly pumping my piston with. My wife and I had just come in to the hotel after having a nice meal in a local fish restaurant and decided to go into the bar for a drink, he was there with his wife and there was football match on the TV again and he explained the score and the match so far. My wife decided to go to the bedroom to pack and his wife also left us to watch the football. We had a few drinks chatted and argued about the game all in good humour. The same as the first night we decided to go to our bedrooms. On the. I was just moving the last of the clutter into my closet when the door opened and Ashleigh walked in, wearing only my nephew’s old bathrobe. It gaped suggestively just above her breasts, and the folds ended just above her knees. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Her hair was still wet, and it clung to her neck and shoulders in long, luxurious strands. Her smooth skin glistened from the beaded droplets still present. I was surprised she didn’t chastise me for staring at her open-mouthed. A.