Sherrie isn't home when I get there. I find Susan relaxing in the bathtub, reading a book and listening to her IPOD. I stand in the doorway a few minutes, admiring the view. Her hair is pulled up and clipped on top of her head. Her knees are bent and her shoulders are resting against the porcelain tub. Her n*****s poke out of the water like little buoys in a still pond. The water is clear and her hairless p***y mound shimmers just under the surface. She looks up, as I step into the bathroom. Smiling, she sets her book on the floor and takes her IPOD out of her ears.
"Hi." She sighs, as I kneel beside the tub. With my left hand, I splash water over her hard n*****s, before cupping her t**s in the warm water. Leaning down, I kiss her on the lips, our tongues entwining inside her warm mouth.
