we like to shower afterwards(I like the water hotter than she)and her face is always soft and peacefuland she'll wash me firstspread the soap over my ballslift the ballssqueeze them,then wash the cock:"hey, this thing is still hard!"then get all the hair down there,-the belly, the back, the neck, the legs,
I grin grin grin,and then I wash her. . .first the cunt,
Istand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her assI gently soap up the cunt hairs,wash there with a soothing motion,
I linger perhaps longer than necessary,then I get the backs of the legs, the ass,the back, the neck,
I turn her, kiss her,soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck,the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet,and then the cunt, once more, for luck. . .another kiss, and she gets out first,toweling, sometimes singing while I stay inturn the water on hotterfeeling the good times of love's miracleI then get out. . .it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,and getting dressed we talk about what elsethere might be to do,but being together solves most of itfor as long as those things stay solvedin the history of women andman, it's different for each-for me, it's splendid enough to rememberpast the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:when you take it awaydo it slowly and easilymake it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in my life, amen.
