Cynthia was looking down at her naked body as the hot water from the shower ran down and over her, and the steam rose and filled the bathroom. It was the morning of her twentieth wedding anniversary with Tom. She ran her hands across her breasts. They may not be as perky as when she met Tom, but they were fuller, more sensuous, she thought as she ran her finger over her left nipple. She gave a small pinch and felt sparks...