Even as a young girl, when I lived at home I did this. And when we had a pool growing up I found out exactly how "powerful" those pool jets really wer...e. One day I got caught rubbing up against those jets, but thats a tale for some other day. As the water was draining rapidly from the soaker, I slid myself directly under the fancy taps. I had the bath water fairly hot so I turned on the cold water first to sort of "shock and awe" my red steamy cunt. I played with the water taps, alternating. Perhaps not.I noted that I was already using euphemisms when discussing the murder of Melody. I said 'dealing with Melody' when what I really meant was 'killing Melody.' Humans do this without thinking. They hide inconvenient truths with more polite terms. They don't like the crude but honest terms of 'killing' or 'murdering, ' preferring 'dealing with the problem' or 'doing away with' or 'terminating' or the one I found in popular fiction that I particularly liked: 'terminating with extreme. And she had someone by the hand!She came farther into the room, the someone following along."Jack, you know our neighbor, Murray, don'tcha? Murray, say hello to Jack!" Murray, Jack now saw, had on a Hugh Hefner style bathrobe. A red one, with the front slightly open, advertising his hairy chest."Hi, Jack!" the man said jovially. "Your charmin' wife here invited me over for a blowjob! Well, it bein' a shit night for TV and all, I readily accepted."Before Jack could speak a word, Murray shed his. ..with a few seconds before he spoke I realized I was staning in front of him in my see through bra and lace frilly panties. Brother said he was having trouble with Mom and needed my help to secure the car for saturday night in which we were both going to a rock concert. I sensed brothers discomfort at having to ask me to help and I also felt his eyes roaming pver my body. I hadn't been laid in quite a while so I planted a few thoughts into brothers head and soon he dropped his jeans and i saw.