Anyway he took a big black bag, duct taped a hose to it and then duct taped a shower nozzle (where the hell he came up with a shower nozzle I sure as ...hell didn't know since I had given up watching him haul crap out to the Frankenmonster) to the end of the hose. He filled the bag with water (we also had an overabundance of that now), hung it in the sun for about thirty minutes and we had an instant hot water shower.But more amazing than the shower was the washing machine he rigged up. Yeah, we. I can tell he likes them. I step back and take his shoes off. I know he likes them off when we… well, fuck. I set them aside. He’s such a neat person, amazing me that his jacket is in heap. His breath is rougher. He wants me. He always does. Since that first kiss in the bookstore, he’s wanted me. He said he was drawn to my energy. Two weeks of sex, exploring, touching and fucking makes you only want it more, I think. I push his legs closed and lean over and kiss him. Oh, those lips will be the. Where did it come from? I don't know. Kate may actually be a witch. "And now hump'em," she hissed, and my cock twitched at once. Kate wasn't a hisser, unless she was really turned on. "I'm gonna push'em together, and I want you to hump my tits. Go nuts, Alex, and don't stop until you pop." Boy did I ever act on instructions. Quietly as I could, the bed would creak if I did it too hard, I pushed my cock in and out of Kate's big tits. She whispered words of encouragement as I humped, and that. She got in the shower and started to bath and she knew she only had a few min as she knew her Boyfriend Chris was on his way over soon.She got out of the shower and dried off and she slipped into her underwear and fresh jeans, instead of placing her bra and a top on she grabbed Elle’s puffer and put it on and zipped it up naked under the jacket with only the soft lining of it rubbing against her bare skin.As she stood there looking at herself in the mirror her bedroom door opened and in walked.