I aimed the shower at my shell. It massaged and irritated her beautifully. I took a gel in my hand to wash it. I slid my hands over the veils, ran back, and then stuck my fingers in the shell. She was hot and humid and ready. There was a knock, and Peter went inside. He looked at the unpacked toys and then at me. He saw what I was doing and understood what I had prepared for us. He took my shower and started washing me himself. He applied gel to my shoulders, my breasts, his hands sliding over my body, sometimes stopping somewhere, but still moving lower and lower. Eventually they made their way down to the pussy and back hole.
