It was almost time for him to arrive. The crotch of her white cotton panties was getting moist just thinking about it. She was right on schedule. She ...had just enough time to take a hot bath and put on the special things she had just for this occasion. She wanted everything to be perfect. It was Valentine’s Day. As she lay in the hot, steamy tub, she closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to have him here with her now. It was hard to resist the urge to bring herself to climax at that. She, 23, dark hair with fake tan, voluptuous body with lots of curves, but NOT fat, and oh that chest. My wife, Sandy, 29, more fair-skinned, got called into work last minute, leaving Michelle and I at home. She has always been one to keep to herself ever since I had known her. She stayed in her room then came downstairs and said she was going for a bike ride. She came back an hour later, flushed and drenched with sweat, and I heard her go upstairs and turn the shower on… I said okay, this is. The warning I gave you about tense at the beginning of this narrative is slowly coming to the fore. For now, when I say that ‘Jane’ did or said something, it’s important to stress that it was MY body that did the acting, MY voice that did the speaking. The fact that ‘I’ had no control over those actions or words was, without a doubt, the most confounding and frustrating thing that I have ever experienced. I have never been so utterly helpless.) ‘I DIED?’ my mouth was saying. Everyone seemed to. She wants her big friend here to get her off. She bounces her breasts up and down, faster and faster.A shadow falls over the outside of the shower and she quickly lets her breasts fall from the toy. A touch of anger comes over her as she looks up at the shadow. “Dammit Mark,” she begins. “I told you I’d be out soon to fuck you.”There isn’t a response nor a sign of movement. Finally she stands up and slings back the shower curtain to see Mark standing clad all in a latex suit. Even his raging.