I need to know ...

“Where were you last night?” I asked as I walked into the room, filling with steam from the shower. Cathy gave me that same, “come and get me grin,” before stepping behind the shower curtain. I was growing annoyed that she hadn’t given me an answer, yet I followed her into the tub. “What time did you get in? I didn’t hear you come home.”

Cathy’s body was already wet from the hot water raining down on her. She already had her bath sponge filled with gel, and was working up a lather. The soapy suds trickled down over her tits, before she rubbed teasingly against my chest. Still not replying to my inquiries, she backed up till she was leaning against the wall. She ran the large sponge over her washboard stomach, creating more lather as she neared her bucking hips. She thrust her hips up to meet her dropping hand. Cathy ground the sponge against her pussy, moaning as the suds traveled down her spread thighs.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

Cathy looked slyly into my eyes, then asked, “Are you gonna ask questions all morning, or are you going to FUCK me?” She wrapped a soapy hand around my still hard prick and slid her fist over the sensitive crown, causing electrical jolts to network throughout my body.