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The Showers
The Showers
The Showers
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The Showers

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Bill Harrison guided a group on a trek in the Yorkshire Dales, but instead of walking they all rode Fell Ponies. Their first overnight stop was a farmhouse operated by a mother daughter combination who provided stabling for their ponies, good accommodation and a healthy farmhouse dinner and breakfast. Bill was tired and decided to take a Shower before dinner, and then suddenly he heard someone coming into his bathroom, and he could not see who as glass on the shower cubicle had been frosted. He almost panicked as it could have been the teenage daughter! It wasn't, but you'll have to read the book to find out who it was and what happened!

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Release dateJan 21, 2019
ISBN9780463090770
The Showers
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Adam Mann

Adam Mann has lived and worked in Africa and then Asia for many years. He has always been fascinated by personal relationships, and in real life is now enjoying his fourth marriage, after being widowed, divorced, and even had a marriage annulled as this ‘wife’ had forgotten to get divorced.As a result he has extensive experience of social and sexual activities, which he brings into his books in explicit detail. Underlying all these activities is a quest for a loving and ongoing relationship with his partner.Adam Mann is a pen name.

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    The Showers - Adam Mann

    The Showers

    By

    Adam Mann

    © Copyright 2015 Adam Mann

    ISBN: 9780463090770

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    There’s a wonderful family called Stein,

    There’s Gert and there’s Epp and there’s Ein;

    Gert’s poems are bunk,

    Epp’s statues are junk,

    And no one can understand Ein.

    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    CHAPTER ONE

    CHAPTER TWO

    CHAPTER THREE

    CHAPTER FOUR

    CHAPTER FIVE

    CHAPTER SIX

    CHAPTER SEVEN

    CHAPTER EIGHT

    CHAPTER NINE

    Chapter One - The First Shower

    It was getting dark when they arrived at the farmhouse. The direction and locality were new for Bill, as he had never visited before; but his clients had asked to ride over this particular Dale to the ancient church in the distant valley.

    It was twilight as they approached the buildings in the first valley. In the distance they could see a child riding a small pony in a field, but as they got closer they saw that it was not a child, but a teenage girl who looked to be about sixteen.

    Welcome, she called to them, and then led them to a large barn where their ponies would be stabled for the night. After turning their ponies loose in the barn, Bill made sure there was enough food and water for all of the ponies. The water sat in a long steel cattle trough, and all seven ponies took long drinks, before they turned their attention to the new meadow hay that had been shaken out in overhead racks for them.

    Their ponies were Fell ponies that had originated in the fells of Cumberland, but which were tough and well boned so that they had no trouble carrying a full grown man. Breeding had increased their size to about 14.0hh.

    The barn had been built, probably many years ago, from the local flat limestone that could be seen everywhere around them. There was another barn next door which had been converted into bedrooms, where Bill’s clients would be staying.

    Hi, said a short middle aged but slim lady with dark curly hair. My name’s Helen Roberts, and this is my daughter, Amanda, who you’ve met already.

    You, she said looking at the clients, will all be staying in the barn next door, but Bill, your guide, will be staying in the farmhouse as there’s not enough room in the barn. She paused for a minute and then continued. Dinner will be in the farmhouse at seven thirty. We’re very informal and you can wear whatever you like.

    Bill was tired after a day’s trekking, so after he made sure that his clients were happy with and installed in their rooms, he tramped up to his own allotted room on the first floor of the farmhouse.

    His backpack was still where he had left it outside the stable block, and he picked it up as he walked to the farmhouse and climbed the stairs to the first floor. He turned left and walked to the last door on the right as he had been told.

    The room was big and airy, with a large picture window looking over the Dales. He dumped his backpack on the floor and looked into the bathroom. There was a shower cabinet with frosted glass panels, so he stripped off his boots and clothes and climbed into the shower.

    The water was mercifully warm, and he stood under the flowing water and let the dust and dirt of the day wash off of him.

    Suddenly, he heard the bathroom door open. He opened his eyes and whirled around but through the frosted glass he couldn’t see who it was. For a moment he was worried that it might be the landlady’s teenage daughter, who might not have known that this was his allotted room.

    Surely by now she must be aware of someone using the shower, his mind churned.

    The door of the shower cabinet opened and Helen, the landlady, stood there looking at him, and smiling. She took off her pinafore dress, and climbed into the shower cabinet.

    Smiling at him, she took off her bra, which was now soaked, and stood close to him under the running water.

    She must have been nearly a foot shorter than Bill, and she looked up at him and smiled again. Her breasts were soft and white, and she pressed herself against him. He sensed her nipples hardening.

    Bill’s penis had been reacting to the closeness of the lady, and her hot wet skin, and she took his penis gently in her hands and lifted it so that it was pressed between them, against Bill’s stomach and her stomach and her rib cage and up towards her breasts.

    She lifted her face to Bill so he kissed her, and she held him close to her own body.

    Sorry for the intrusion, she whispered, as the water continued to cascade onto their bodies.

    She lifted a leg to put round Bill but she still had on her panties, also soaking wet, so she put her leg down and pushed her panties to her ankles.

    She held Bill around the neck and lifted her body up to him, again lifting one leg exposing her vulva. Bill helped her by lifting her up to him.

    His penis was by now hard and erect, and she wiggled her vulva against him. His penis soon found it, and she gasped as it went into her vagina. She lowered the raised leg which had the effect of tightening her vagina, and it was now Bill’s turn to gasp.

    Up until now hardly a word had been said by either of them and then she

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