Of course not.

"John, you ever get that sinking feeling in your stomach?" Etna asked as we got out of the shower. She had caught me going in and decided that we should shower together...to save water. The last part of that statement was said with that sly grin on her face.

I think she was a bit disappointed. Shower sex is actually very overrated. There's just not much room in the average shower. You can't really get a good pace going. There's also not much to grab onto for balance. We resorted into just getting each other off with our hands. ...well, that's not true. I was the recipeiant of an actual tail job. Felt surprisingly good, probably because of how it liked to rub its tip along the head of my cock, both being very sensitive parts.

As that was happening, I reached around her, one hand rubbing Etna's slick pussy, the other squeezing and kneading her B-cup breasts. Etna used one hand to grab a bar that was designed to hold the wash cloth, the other covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming too loud.

I sighed. "Yeah. And I'm getting it now," I replied. "I have a bad feeling about tonight..." We stared at each other a bit before shrugging it off. "Ah, how bad could it be?" Etna asked rhetorically. "She was the only one who wasn't obsessed with one of us!"

Nodding, I smiled. "Yeah, you're right. How bad could it be?" After drying off, we dressed ourselves...somewhat and exited the bathroom. This bathroom led right into the masterbed room. "...alarmingly so," Etna said, seeing Cammi by the bed, beaming and waving.