Sharon's birthday!

Jim hopped out of bed, his eyes wide as he realized he hadn't gotten her a present yet. He jumped into and out of the shower, brushed his teeth, and ran a worn-out comb through his hair, and then

Jim picked up his phone and dialed Shanon's number. He waited for the phone to be picked up twelve rings. No answer. Odd. She is always home, especially for her own birthday. Maybe something happened to her...

Jim pulled into of Sharon's driveway, still wondering why she had not answered the phone. Noticing that her sport utility vehicle was not the drive (maybe she had to park around the corner, he thought), he became somewhat more concerned. Still, he figured it would turn out he'd just caught her in the shower or whatnot. He used his key to enter through her kitchen door. "Hey birthday girl! Guess who?" he called out loudly, but heard no response. "Sharon?" he said as he headed up the stairs to the second floor. "Hon?" he querried as he knocked softly and entered her bedroom. He found her bed empty; but then he noticed

Stepping into the bathroom, Jim found Sharon on her back in the tub, her pelvis arched high in the air as she applied a small hurricane to her thrusting crotch with a hand-held Shower Massage. Playfully, Jim...