May I borrow a cup of sugar?

He was young. I was young, and after my sex derprivation, my little ride had opened a flood gate in me. i wanted more. I intended to get more. I knew that under my talented hands, lips, tongue, this studly guy would be at attetention in no time, and liking it. I grinned at him, and said, "What do you want sweetie? More than anything?"
 
"Right now, I'd like a shower and a cold beer," I said.
Her face lit up when I said shower. I could only smile.
"Shower?" I asked wearily.
"Shower!" she said, mustering great enthusiasm. She pounced off the bed and headed for the bathroom, giving me a lovely parting view of her terrific ass.
"Shower," I agreed, pulling myself out of bed.
Where did she get the energy?
 
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