He helps her into the shower and steps back to let her wash in private. She turns on the tap and the needle spray of hot water caressing her skin feel...s so nice as she begins to lather up with her back to the door. She did not hear the door open, but she is not really surprised when she feels a wash cloth being applied to her back, as the soap is being washed and rinsed off. It feels so nice she throws back her head and closes her eyes, enjoying the warm comfort of the water and the sensual. She realised that she'd suddenly got a bit morose and forced herself to cheer up 'No he won't be around. Does that mean its free' she went on to ask.Caught out in what had intended to be nothing more than flirtatious I had little choice but to concede gracefully 'Of course its free. For you I'll even deliver it myself.' This sounded gracious but was in fact economically based. My deliver driver charged me per delivery and if I were not to lose out then I would have to deliver it myself.During. Underneath, she wore a plain, white bra which held some nice-sized, full breasts in place. They were larger than mine, maybe a C-cup, and the bra seemed to be a few sizes too small for them, squeezing them into a tight cleavage. “Go on,” I said, watching her. Hesitantly, she pushed down her tights. Her legs were just as I imagined them, thick and broad, with wide thighs and a nice, supersized ass. She had a definite, distinct pear-shaped body. “Well, go on,” I said as she stepped out of the. His prone position allowed him a limited amount of maneuverability. But it still felt incredible. She sighed deeply and pressed her breasts against John’s chest even further. All three of their bodies rocked in unison. After what felt like an hour, Heather collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. As her mind wandered, she thought about her meager high school sexual experiences in this bed. How inadequate they had been. At the time, she had thought they were amazing. Compared to tonight, however,.