She kissed me under the warm spray and stroked my soapy c**k. Unlike most of the times we had been together, there was nothing frantic in her kiss. Instead, this was a slow, sensuous kiss that was full of promise. We got out of the shower and she toweled me dry. She kissed me on my chest, then on the head of my c**k, and nuzzled my shoulder while gently working the towel over me. After that she wrapped a bathrobe around me. I was completely calm when we emerged from the bathroom.
Hope was there, looking tense, and I was ready to hug her gently and calm her down. The three of us were sitting on the couch talking quietly when Colleen emerged from my bedroom. She was blinking and stretching when she stopped and looked at us. Amy was wearing one of our fluffy white bathrobes, like I was. She
