**** Minutes laterHot water cascaded down her body, running in rivulets across the new curves. Steam filled the shower and bathroom, and smelled of ch...erry shampoo. Misty ran her hands over her body, making sure to get all the spots. ‘Mmmm…this feels so good.’ She purred as her hands moved, reveling in the silky smooth feel of her supple skin. ‘I can’t wait to see Ash now.’ She grinned as she finished up, shutting off the water and beginning to towel off. ****** In Ash’s room… Ash Ketchum lay. Trained as both a counselor and a medical technician, Shelly could put the donors at ease when making their contributions. Her lovely appearance with a firm, full bosom and shapely hindquarters helped incite the male genitals she would drain.The usual protocol was to take the donor to the collection room. The one she used had soft lighting and décor. She would relax with conversation as she cleaned the penis. That, plus looking down the pushed-up cleavage her scoop necked blouse displayed,. It was time for her to sleep as well but I don't know why we decided to write something on a paper. I don't really remember what I was writing and why we decided to do that, but that was something we decided to do to stay longer with each other. When we finished, we said bye to each other and hugged again, this time longer. Then I found courage and kissed her, she was surprised but she kissed me back. We were doing french kissing. Then I started to touch her tits her body. I didn't even care. ” I said, suddenly thrilled at the prospect of having him in here with me. “Power nap.” He said nonchalantly. “Here, get in the water.” I said and moved aside “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.” I said as I lathered up a mesh sponge. “I’d rather wash your front.” He replied. I laughed. He turned around and let the water run down his face and chest. I found myself facing the chiseled valley between his shoulder blades. He was so tall. I had often fantasized what his back might look like, I’d.