We soon discovered that warm, soapy water removed ejaculate from fitted carpet. Sheila also discovered that a 21 year old man can squirt a remarkable amount of cum into a mature beauty. As we scrubbed it started running down her thighs, glistening in the light of her lounge.
'Think I'd better get some knickers on or we'll be at this all night.'
She noticed my look of disappointment.
'Or, we could have a shower and freshen up properly?'
My cock started hardening. Sheila giggled.
Taking hold of my stiffy she led me upstairs to the bathroom. Her hand was sticky from my juices as she pulled us in and turned on the water. As we soaked she started lathering my body with shower foam. She paid close attention to my cock and balls. Running her hands over my appendages that stood ready for her attention. I returned the favour, soaping her tiny breasts between my hands and roughly tonguing her. Things got slippy between her legs. I pushed a finger inside her and wriggled it back and forth. She gasped and held me closer.
'Another finger, please,' she demanded.
She was still working on my hard on when she came, with 2 fingers inside her.
'I think that was my G spot. Sorry.'
'Dont worry,' I said. 'At least you're OK.'
With that I came in her hand. She laughed and let the shower wash away my semen.
She turned the shower off and stood there, tiny and glistening. We kissed. No tongues this time, just pure lust.
'Excuse me, ' she said, 'nature calls.' And made to leave the cubicle.
'What's wrong with in here?' I asked
'Never done it before,' she replied.
'We're both clean so why not?' I asked.
She blushed. 'But I'll be weeing on you.'