We rushed into the house and I mounted her over the kitchen bench. I didn’t last long either but it felt so good. We both agreed it had been quite a... moment.All week Joy was saying how Marsha had enjoyed Saturday night. I figured she wasn’t talking about the party. When Joy told her about our little shopping centre escapade Marsha was so excited. Joy was keen to pay Marsha and Barry another visit but that Friday Joy’s period started so the weekend was put in a holding pattern, so to speak. At. You hold them there as I grab the showerhead and begin to spray you off down your arms, across your shoulders, down your back and over your butt. You slowly twirl around to face me and I spray off you face, your neck, across your magnificent tits, down your stomach and legs. I turn on the jet spay as I rinse your feet, and turn it up into your crotch, spraying it into your pussy as I spread your lips with one hand. The water jet hits your clit and you begin to cum, your whole body shuddering. Fuck all, that place gets hot, and that’s saying something from someone who called Oklahoma home for 18 years. Each day we would venture out on a family outing. We would return late afternoons to the smell of Mia making something heavenly. Then it was showers, dinner, and usually some cheesy Italian TV until bed. We slept with the large veranda windows open, and the big ceiling fan turned all the way up. Even then, it got to be toasty in our room. Our parents’ room had air conditioning, as well. I thought it would fade away, but after Christmas they started exchanging letters. The conversation about Brian never flagged. I heard about him rescuing Jennifer. There was something about being rescued three times. I figured out the first one quickly enough because they were both impressed with the fact that Brian had caught Jennifer when she fell off a horse. The second was mentioned frequently because they talked about how they both wanted to be rescued off the barrels, which I came to.