Celine stood under the shower, not doing anything. Her eyes were just closed. The water that poured on her ran through her long hair that was long enough to reach her curvy ass. In her mind, dirty pictures played. She thought of Maxwell. It would have been a cute thing to have him bathe together with her. She remembered the shock that was boldly spelt out on the face of Maxwell the moment she said they should go and have their bath. Yes, she got him where she wanted. He thought exactly what she wanted him to think— the thought of them bathing together.

Sex in the shower was one...