Lena's shower was one of those huge, dual-headed jobs with a built-in seat at one end. It was actually something I designed when she had her home built.
"Go ahead and get the water running, I'm going to lock up," I said.
When I returned to the bathroom the steam had already fogged the mirrors and I could see through the glass that she was sitting at the end of the shower. As I stepped in I was amazed all over again at how sensuous my little girl had become. She was sitting, legs apart, and leaning back, allowing the hot water to stream over her face and body. Her tiny body glistened as the water beaded over her lotion-soaked breasts and down over her swollen, pink pussy. Although I had cum twice in the last couple of hours, Ole Fred jerked and started another rise in response to the sight.
"There's enough room in here for the whole team, Coach," I jested.
"My Dad talked me into building this big son-of-a-bitch. Now there's a man with vision," she answered. "I feel like a greased pig. Wanna wash some of this lotion off?"
"It would indeed be a pleasure. Would you like to stand or just sit there on your ass while I do your bidding?"
She rose quickly, saying, "Since I have lotion in every crack and crevice of my body, I had better stand so we can get it all."
The smell of the Ivory soap was pleasant as I began to rub the large white bar on her skin. I redirected both of the shower heads away so I could work up a good lather. From her neck down, her body became an iridescent mass of bubbles, as I very tenderly scrubbed every square inch of her skin. Her nipples got extra attention, as did her slick pussy, and her eyes closed as she gave me full access to her body.
"So far, so good, but that nasty crotch needs some special attention. Put your leg up on the seat and let Daddy get you real clean," I rasped.
Without speaking, she turned, put one foot up on the seat and stood still. I circled the huge bar of soap around her entire crotch until it was smothered in white froth. Then with my fingers I scoured every fold and wrinkle, pulling the frail skin back from her enflamed clit and gently flicking her engorged bud. Her supporting leg buckled slightly and she rested one hand on my shoulder. Once again I redirected the spray and rinsed her thoroughly.
"Clean enough to eat off of," I quipped.