She let the t-shirt drop back into place and turned around, feeling the temperature of the water. "Not quite hot enough... maybe I'll take a bath late...r. You know? Really let myself de-stress." "I always love a good bath." Replied Jon. "Woooow..." "Hey! After a work out, my muscles are sore! They need the occasional soak." "I understand, but... do you use bubble bath?" Her question was delivered alongside a smirk. "Of course. Every time. It's what makes me such a sweet individual." His. It put a premium on the woman's choice for the right man. They would have to fuck, she would have to completely submit and then he was hers, she was his. No man could ever make Sophie submit, defiant and rebellious she would always pointed spit the cum of every man who took her, telling them they fell short again. No matter where they came. It was easiest if they came in her mouth of course, but if they came in her pussy or anywhere else she would scoop it up lick it into her mouth than spit.No. But, right at that moment I had better things to occupy my mind and body, a new boy's long, hard penis delivering such wondrous pleasure.This was also when Aunt Helen asked my mother about putting me on the pill, telling her that, after all, I was headed for high school in the fall and Mom, thank goodness, took me to the doctor for my first checkup and I got some kind of shot that did the same thing. So, no more condoms, whoopee.Was I now addicted to sex? I've asked myself that question many. While massaging she also got aroused a lot. I moved my hand from boobs n started searching for her pussy. First I tried to insert my hand from top of but due to thread closed I just touched her pubic hair only.So, she raised both her legs on the seat and sat in such a way that her round sexy buttocks were up in her salwar, I could insert my finger and could touch her wet pussy very easily. Thanks to salwar and Kameez she wore with my right hand I started finger fucking her and she started.