This was so humiliating, especially shw had shaved her pussy for Steve and her cunt was a bare as the day she was born. Mary and Megan clapped in exc...itement. Claire’s dripping wet pussy was on display for all to see. ?I’m sure you have many questions so you may speak,? said Mary.?Why,? Claire managed to mummer whilst trying not to burst into tears.?Why? Because you have always thought you were better than Mary and Me. You always stole boy’s attention from us and most of all because you. Why is she gone? I turn my hands over and under the water, it slides off my skin, so dry, almost reptilian. I can feel the heat yet I do not remove my fingers, I want to feel it, feel it deep into my bones. I know I am being burned, the steam is too much. I slide the faucet to off, so slowly. The water reducing itself to a gentle trickle, a drip, hearing it pattern with the sound of the easing rain. As I exit the room, I can see a light haze patterned against the hallway. The shape of the slats. She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled my head close to hers, nuzzling me in a way that was more sympathetic than affectionate. I continued to avoid her eyes and said nothing, but she broke the silence. "Honey," she spoke in a near whisper, "there's no need to be embarrassed about last night. What happened was perfectly natural, and I'm glad I was able to help you."I said nothing in reply, and she squeezed me closer and asked, "Did you like it?" I nodded a very meek but affirmative. But she kept her patience, enjoying being guided, and enjoying letting me have control. I decided to reassert that control. We both got a kick from it after all. “Bend over,” I told her sharply. There was a slight pause, she didn't move, her back still to me. She wasn't used to being spoken to like that, certainly not by me, and it seemed to shock her out of herself for a moment. My instinct was to soften my words, add a “please” or even a “trust me,” but I held my nerve, trusted my.