Mark couldn't argue with that. And, he supposed, he had already crossed the Rubicon. Denying her here wouldn't take back the facts of what they had already done.

"Sure," Mark replied, keeping his voice light. "Water temp and everything okay?"

"Yeah, it was great."

Mark redirected the stream back into her slit. He had to look carefully at it, otherwise his hand would stray, and the stream would move. Not like back in the bedroom, when Tori was covered by a blanket, with a top on. He saw her outer lips growing redder, and her hips start to move. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath. He glanced up...