Sherrie isn't home when I get there. I find Susan relaxing in the bathtub, reading a book and listening to her IPOD. I stand in the doorway a few minutes, admiring the view. Her hair is pulled up and clipped on top of her head. Her knees are bent and her shoulders are resting against the porcelain tub. Her nipples poke out of the water like little buoys in a still pond. The water is clear and her hairless pussy mound shimmers just under the surface. She looks up, as I step into the bathroom. Smiling, she sets her book on the floor and takes her IPOD out of her...