I put both hands on her hips then with the aim and skill of an accomplished lover, impaled her with my erection. She fumbled with the faucet to turn the water off, slipped off my boner then took my hand and pulled me from the shower to my room. Her mouth curled up to a slight grin then she said “You do it.”
“Do what?”
“Rinse my hair with this, put it on, rub it in, wash it out.”
Whoa, What? Her left leg was still on the cushion so her skirt had slid up her thigh, giving me a full-on view of tight, pink lace panties. She was pretty and sexy, but I’m not sure I would have asked her to marry me if we hadn’t broken up.”
“Did she love you?”
“She never said so, why?”
“How about your other girlfriends, were you in love with any of them?”
I wasn’t sure where the line of questions was going but I didn’t hold back.
