"It's too hot and sticky this way," Jack rasped. "Let's take a shower, Carol."

"Yes! Oh Jack, give it to me in the shower!"

He couldn't repress a grin as she climbed off his naked body and unzipped her dress, her huge tit-mounds heaving, her blue eyes blazing as they honed in on his long red cock and swollen balls. She still hadn't worked up the nerve to use the word fuck, he thought dryly. And again he was amazed at the change in her when she unpinned her long blonde hair, took off her thick glasses – the lenses were practically binoculars – and stripped naked.

Carol Shaw was a farmer's daughter, with a rosy complexion, sun-bleached hair and twenty pounds of smooth baby fat still clinging to her flesh. She didn't look her twenty-nine years at all. Her massive creamy breasts thrust out in pink-tipped mounds, sloping down to a surprisingly narrow waist, plump hips and smooth silky thighs. Her curly golden nest of cunt-hairs was drenched with her hot juices, and Carol trembled fiercely as Jack got off the bed and guided her to the shower by stroking her heavily curved ass and pushing gently. She grabbed his surging rod in her warm fist as they stood outside the shower while he adjusted the spray.

"This is my first time in the shower, darling," she whispered, licking her lips. She thrilled at his immense hot prick throbbing in her fingers. "My first time!"

"We'll have plenty of 'em, baby," he said smoothly, grinning his easy smile down at her. Poor kid, he thought, if she only knew…

They stepped inside, under the cool spray and Jack picked up a bar of soap and began sudsing her heaving tits as she faced him. He gently rolled the fat nipples in his fingers until she threw her head back and shuddered and moaned. She clung to his long cock with both hands now, jerking and stroking, teasing her trembling cuntlips with delicious thrills. She screamed softly as his fingers dipped down and rubbed soap over her pussy-flesh, darting inside the juicy heat for a moment to tease her.