I got up and joined her in the bathroom. She kissed me, and I tasted the
“minty-freshness” of a popular toothpaste. “Here, use my toothbrush.” she
offered. “I gotta wash my smuss.”
She climbed into the tub, opened the tap, and with the aid of a sponge,
started moiling away at her privates, transforming the whole bath into a
massive bidet. I elected to follow suit in these ablutions. Her damn sink was
high and I had to stand on tiptoe in order to lave my cock and balls. After
toweling down, I brushed my teeth. As I did, I half-wondered about any
fermenting food particles from Norma’s mouth which might be enmeshed in her
brush’s bristles. “What the hell,” I thought, “I had my mouth in worse places.”
While we were dressing, Norma smiled warmly and pinched my cheek. “You’re a
good lover. A gentle lover. Why not stay the night?”