Chapter 21: ...Dripping?(R18)
Maggie hesitated for a moment, her thoughts spinning.
'He...he... want me to bath him?' she wondered, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.
Then, almost scolding herself, she frowned slightly.
' What am I even thinking? It's not like that... right? I'm just helping him. Just helping.'
In the cramped space of the bathroom, she glanced at Steve.
"Um... okay...I suppose." she muttered awkwardly, barely meeting his eyes.
"If you don't mind, I guess I can help you..."
Steve, confused and anxious, shifted where he sat, his eyes locking on Maggie.
"I dont mind...So, uh... what do we do? I mean... what should I do?"
Wasting no time, Maggie responded without sparing him a glance.
"Just... don't do anything. Wait there." Her voice was soft, almost unsure. She turned, and bent over, exposing the thick texture of her massive protruding ass, picked up the bucket of water which she had fetched earlier and brought it closer.