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exchanged information, Jake had looked into Sandy’s deep brown eyes and suggested that they wait for
     the tow trucks in the diner just down the block. Coffee led to dinner, and seven months later, they were married.
    About six weeks after the wedding, Sandy and Jake were lying in bed together, watching the evening news. “I’m finding it hard
     to come down after the awful day I had. I think I’ll take a bath,” Sandy said.
    Playfully, Jake asked, “Can I join you?” “There’s not a lot of room in the tub,” Sandy said, smiling seductively and knowing
     that playing with her new husband was just the tonic she needed.
    “That’s the idea,” Jake said, and soon they were naked and up to their chests in hot, soapy water.
    “Is your leg comfortable?” Sandy asked as she shifted position.
    Jake wiggled his toes, which were firmly pressed against Sandy’s hip. “Fine,” he said, taking the soap from the holder and
     working up a thick lather in his hands. “Let me wash your shoulders.” He rubbed his slippery hands over Sandy’s neck and upper
     arms, then down her breasts.
    “Ooh baby,” Sandy said, “we won’t get much washing done if you keep that up.”
    “I’m keeping it up, okay?” Jake said, swirling his soapy fingers over Sandy’s wet breast. “Feel.” While massaging one globe,
     Jake took Sandy’s hand and guided it between his legs to his hard cock.
    “You certainly are up,” Sandy said, grinning. Jake was always hot for her, and she lusted after him, as well.
    “Do you like the way my hand feels?” Jake asked on the spur of the moment.
    “Of course,” Sandy said, enjoying the feel of Jake’s fingers on her breast and her hand wrapped around his cock.
    Jake slid his hand lower and rubbed Sandy’s belly. It was all Sandy could do not to pull away as Jake found her most ticklish
     spots. “You don’t really like where I’m touching you now, do you?” Jake persisted.
    “It’s just that I’m ticklish,” Sandy admitted, and she felt Jake’s hand stop.
    “You don’t like being tickled, do you?”
    “Not really.”
    “So why don’t you just tell me to stop? Or move my hand?”
    Sandy hesitated. “It’s hard to tell you I don’t like something you do.”
    “But how else am I supposed to know? I want to do things that give you pleasure, not things that make you uncomfortable.”
    “I know that, silly,” Sandy said.
    “But how can I do that if you don’t tell me what you like, or at least what you don’t like? I’m not a mind reader, you know.”
    When Sandy had no answer, Jake slipped his fingers into Sandy’s pussy hair. “Do you like it when I do this?” he asked. “I
     really want to touch you in all the best places.”
    “What you’re doing feels good,” Sandy said, sighing.
    “Yes,” Jake persisted, “but what feels best?”
    “I don’t know. Just touch me.” To deflect the embarrassing conversation, Sandy rubbed her hand along Jake’s cock. “Maybe we
     should get out of the tub and make love.”
    “Hmm, maybe we should.” Jake stood up, guided Sandy to a standing position, opened the drain, and turned on the shower. “But
     first, I, for one, need to rinse off,” he said, adjusting the shower to a warm pulsating spray.
    Sandy felt Jake turn her so her back was against his chest, her chest directly under the water. He wrapped his hands around
     her and massaged her breasts, pinching her hard nipples until they stood out from her chest, tight and tingling. “Nice,” she
     purred.
    As the water sluiced down her body, Sandy felt Jake’s teeth nibble at the tendon that ran across the top of her shoulder.
     “I don’t want to tickle you,” he said as his hand slid quickly down her belly and between her legs. “Does this tickle?”
    “No, baby,” Sandy said. “That feels great.”
    His fingers rubbed her erect clit. “Does this feel better?”
    “Feels good,” Sandy moaned.
    “Yes, but what feels best?”
    “You do. Everything you