Dirty Family Secrets
She was helping the best she could with her legs; I could feel her heels digging in with each downstroke.
I turned off the water. She leaned forward and clung to me. I opened the shower door and stepped out, turning on the overhead heating bulb. Cheryl was just walking into the bedroom with a breakfast tray of snacks and juice. What a thoughtful wife, I thought.
She smiled at us through the bathroom door, placing the tray on the foot of the bed, and grabbing a beach towel from the linen closet, came in and started rubbing us dry.
"So, did you two love birds have fun?" she asked, reaching up to dry Denise between the legs.