Susan sat at the dining room table nursing her morning coffee, smoking a cigarette. A smile crept across her face as she mused on the morning activities. Her right hand drifted to her lap and her fingers pressed against her feminine mound through her shorts. Lost in the moment she felt the flutter of excitement run through he body again. One of the things that she and Chris really loved was showering together. The warm water hitting their naked bodies, the tender feel of soapy hands gliding over flesh. Ever since Susan's best friend developed breast cancer, they had been diligent in checking for any tell tale signs. First Chris would check Susan's ample breasts, his fingers delicately moving around her tit, pressing, searching. Susan's eyes would close to his touch, his soapy hands holding her titties like two ripe melons, then squeezing them together and a final pinch of her budding nipples that would make her giggle.

Then it was Chris's turn for inspection. Susan would hold him close and cup his balls in her hand gently probing as she looked for anything that might indicate testicular cancer. When she was finished her soapy hands would glide up the shaft of his cock, lingering at the head and pinching it slightly between her fingers. Kissing, fondling, bathing titties, buns and thighs, Chris would sit on the shower seat and eye level with Susan's plump vulva he would lather it up with the special shaving gel and then with a new razor he would carefully shave away the little stubble that had formed. His fingers moving her labia this way and that, he left her as slick as the day she was born. Then it was a special salve that he worked into her soft mound, massaging Susan's thick lips as he grasped them between thumb and fore finger in a kind of milking motion, causing Susan to quiver and push her sex against his touch. With both hands, he spread the mouth of her sex wide displaying to his gaze and the spraying water, the pink glistening inner membranes, the little bud of her clitoris and the small hole of her urethra. The total exposure made Susan blush wildly. With his little finger, he pressed against her little pee hole, actually managing to insert the very tip of his finger, threatening to thrust the entire digit up the tiny entrance to her bladder. Susan moaned as she could no longer hold back, and when Chris removed his finger from her little hole, a gush of yellow liquid shot like a hose from the center of her sex mouth and cascaded on Chris's chest, bathing him in the warmth of her water that splashed down over his cock and balls. Chris released her labia and they closed like flaps leaving only the thin line of her womanly division, and the stream of her pee now became a spray the length of her slice that continued to splash against his body and his rock hard shaft.

Then there would be more washing, playing. Susan's face pressed against the shower wall, her legs spread, her back arched, her eyes closed tightly and a low crooning coming from her lips as Chris's fingers washed, pressed, caressed the entry to her bottom. Susan loved anal, and Chris could make her cum and cum, the ever-gentle touch of his fingers on the bud of her ass, his finger searching, touching and then dipping in until two fingers slowly rhythmically slid in and out of her ass while Susan moved with them. During all this, Chris watched as the syrup of Susan desire fell in long strands from her parted slice to the floor of the shower. And when she was almost exhausted from cuming, she would turn and go to her knees, grasping his cock and balls and sliding it deep into her mouth, her tongue swishing across the head of his prick, searching out the little pee hole, forcing his cock deep into her throat, her lips at the root of his shaft, and then slowly out and in again, until she felt his balls contract, heard his heavy breathing and opening her mouth wide to accept the sperm that erupted from his cock and shot down her throat and lay on her tongue. She drank every drop, convinced with showing her love for him, and her desire to have him all. She licked at the small drops that remained.

Susan's fingers had pushed the material of her shorts into her gash and her fingers were moving up and down her slice as she remembered it all. Suddenly, she was rocked into reality as the phone rang.