Lauren leaned back when Andrew’s cock was soft, breathing heavily. That was probably the best sex they’d ever had, and she’d fantasized about his father for pretty much all of it. She really wished she could say it was a coincidence, but she knew it wasn’t.<br/><br/>“I’m going to go shower.” She said once her breathing had settled, rising unsteadily to her feet and rifling through his drawers until she found a shirt and a pair of boxers that she was ‘borrowing.’ She left his bedroom silently, creeping toward the guest bathroom since Andrew didn’t have one, unfortunately. It wasn’t the first time she’d made a naked dash to the shower, occasionally with Andrew, but she knew there was a chance that Richard was still roaming.<br/><br/>She made it to the bathroom, closing the door behind her and turning on the hot water, stepping underneath the stream. What she really wanted to do was brush her teeth, but that could wait a few minutes.