The sound of running water indicated that Chacita was in the shower. I peeked into the foggy bathroom and saw that she was in the shower. I couldn’t help but stare through the fogged up translucent glass at the figure in front of me. I could see the outline of her tits bounce as she washed her hair and then listened as she hummed a tune and washed between her legs.
My imagination started to roam when I heard the water stop. I walked back out to the living room and sat on the couch. I turned on the television. Chacita walked out in a lace sheer shirt. The shirt left the dark nipples exposed as it pressed tight against her chest. Her breasts were big enough to let the shirt hang straight down and didn’t allow her dark patch to be seen, but the shirt only barely passed her crotch.
Abbey Rhodes 