The hot water ran over my graying, black hair, over my broad shoulders and down my thick chest, towards my flat stomach and hardening cock-shaft. I thought of Cindy, on her knees in front of me and the way she would 'make love' to my long cock. She would start by telling me what she wanted to do to it and describe how she loved it in her warm mouth, nursing it and trying to suck as much of it as she could.

I thought back to that weird night and what Cindy told me. I could see her in front of me, smiling around my swollen head and her...