<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr/><br/>Feeling the member pulse and harden in her hand, Abigale smiled. Sometimes she felt like she could relate to the daughters of Aphrodite. Did they feel a sense of power when a guy got hard for them? She certainly did. It was a feeling of control, not that she really wanted to control anyone. But a moment later Vincent managed to take away that feeling of control by slipping behind her.<br/><br/>A little confused, she looked over her shoulder at him just in time to feel her underwear pushed down to her feet and his fingers groping her at her chest. Her nipples, already hard from the shower and air, stiffened a little more under his touch. Abigale closed her eyes and leaned back against him, her head resting on one of his shoulders. She simply smiled and whimpered a little as he pressed his palms roughly against her breasts, "Oh gods!" she yelped as she felt the jet of water hit her mound. Abigale jumped a little and pushed back against him. Vincent's hips pushed against her's and forced her back into the shower water.<br/><br/>Groaning softly, she wrapped one of her arms behind her head and placed her hand on the back of his head, "You've done this before, haven't you?" she giggled a little, not really caring how many girls he screwed around with in a bathtub or shower in his life. Biting her lip, she moved her free hand down between her legs and rested it on top of his own. Her fingers pushed one of his against her slit. Pushing her backside against his groin, she could feel his hardness sliding along her lower back and bottom, "I don't think these showers have ever had this much water pressure," every so often a small jet of water would hit just right against her mound and she arched her back.