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Janet Taylor stood in the shower, her muscles tensed against the stinging spray. Slowly, she began to relax. The steady surge of water made her skin glow with excitement.
Janet was proud of her body. She thrust her tits upwards, cupping a heavy mound in each palm. There weren’t many thirty-nine-year-old women with bodies as good as hers, and Janet knew it. The tips of her fingers toyed with her nipples as a slight smile curled up the corners of her full, warm lips.
Only her husband ignored the fullness of her lush thighs and the tight cunt of her waist. Only Jack Taylor failed to appreciate the rounded perfection of her firm ass, the smoothness of her long legs. Even her moist cunt failed to excite him, and it was driving Janet mad.
Bending forward, her nipples like ripe grapes, Janet increased the hot water until steam rose over the brightly colored shower curtain. There were few things that she enjoyed as much as the feel of torrents of hot water splashing against her body.
Forcing the thought of Jack’s indifference from her mind, Janet stepped back a few paces and allowed her back to rest against the wet, slippery tiled wall. Closing her eyes, she slowly opened her legs, letting the hot spray bathe her cunt. Spasms of need traveled up her weakening legs.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PP-8004 in the original publications (a duplicate).