One afternoon, I arrived from work relatively early. I opened the front door and heard the shower. My timing could not be better: I needed to shower too. I undressed, opened the bathroom door, and in the foggy air with the severely-reduced visibility, sneaked behind my lover, grabbed her tits, and whispered, "I'll soap you, and you'll do me."

She turned around and... it wasn't Loretta! It was a much younger girl. Instinctively, I retreated, mumbling, "Sorry, I thought you were somebody else." As I was leaving, I noticed the girl was smiling with her eyes pointing to my half mast cock. I found a towel, dried my body, and...