Sherrie takes him upstairs to clean up

Sherrie quickly said "come with me honey, and I'll show you to the shower, so you can clean yourself up"

John felt like a fool, with scratches and blood all over. Sherrie led him into her bedroom suite, turning on her shower. "Here you go dear, and here is a towel."

He could briefly see down her bathing suit, and a good amount of her tanned titties. She pouted at him as she placed the towel on the counter. "My poor baby, a nice hot shower will help you feel better."

He imagined he was in one of those porn stories, where this was the point his mother in law would strip and join him in the shower, pumping his cock with her mature hand. However she simply walked out of the room.

The only one stripping and pumping his cock, was John. He lathered up with the exotic fruity soaps, and did his best to wash his wounds. They stung like hell. After nearly a half hour of soaking in the heat, he stopped the shower and dryer off with the towel, wrapping it around his waist. He walked into Sherrie's bedroom, and sat on the bed.

A soft knock on the door, quickly followed by the door opening startled him. He was sitting on the bed in only his towel. "I brought the first aid kit", the voice called out as they entered.