Jack stumbled upon that book by accident. He was browsing the flea market when he saw an old, dusty book innocuously titled “The Art of Touch”. Intrigued, he flipped through the pages and found himself drawn to a certain passage about a pressure point on the back of the head that can induce a pleasant sensation. As he read and memorized the technique, he felt something like an electric shock, and the book crumbled to dust in his hands.

At first, Jack thought the whole thing was just another gimmick, the book just being too old and rotten, but decided to try out the technique it described anyway.

The next day after breakfast, Jack approached his mother. Nervously, he asked her, “Mom, can I try something on you?”

“What is it, Jack?” his mother Barbara replied, looking up from her newspaper.

Jack explained his discovery of the technique and how he wanted to see if it was actually effective in inducing a pleasant feeling.

“Okay, Jack. I’m a bit hesitant, but I trust you. Go ahead and give it a try,” Barbara said.

Jack took a deep breath and approached his mother. He placed his hand on the back of her head and applied gentle pressure. After a few seconds, Barbara let out a small sigh and closed her eyes.

“That actually feels quite nice, Jack,” Barbara said.

Jack smiled in triumph. He was amazed that it actually worked. He tried it again, this time stroking faster, as described in the book. Barbara let out another sigh, a bit louder this time.

Jack continued stroking the pressure point on Barbara’s head, watching as her face relaxed into a blissful expression. As he increased the pressure and speed of his strokes, Barbara let out a moan of pleasure.

Feeling a bit unnerved by the intensity of her reaction, Jack stopped stroking and stepped back. Barbara opened her eyes, looking disoriented for a moment, then she shook her head and smiled at Jack.

“That ... that was amazing, Jack. Please don’t stop”, she said.

As he looked at the way Barbara’s face had lit up, he couldn’t help but feel nervous. What would happen if he kept stroking? Would the sensation keep building infinitely?

He started stroking again, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and pressure.

Barbara’s moans grew louder and more urgent, her body starting to writhe on the couch. Jack felt a mix of fascination and arousal as he watched his mother lose control, her pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.

And then it happened. Barbara let out a scream of ecstasy, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reached an intense orgasm.

... Barbara lay still for a moment, panting and sweating, then slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Jack in a daze, a crooked smile on her face.

She blinked a few times and sat up, smoothing down her hair. “Wow, Jack. I didn’t know that such a thing existed. That was ... intense,” she said, a slight flush rising to her cheeks.

“Sorry, Mom,” said Jack, backing away from her. “I didn’t mean to take it that far. I just wanted to see what would happen.”

Barbara shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I enjoyed it. We should do it again.” Her eyes had some new glint to them as she spoke about repeating the experience.

“I am not sure that’s a good idea, Mom,” Jack said, slowly backing away from her. “I should go study for my exams now.”

“Okay, Jack,” Barbara said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. “But if you change your mind, just let me know. I will be waiting.”

Jack nodded and hurried out of the room, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had settled over him.

The next night, Barbara joined him on the couch as he watched TV.

Jack tried to focus on the TV show, but he couldn’t shake the memory of what had happened the previous day. He didn’t want to think about his mother that way, and he definitely didn’t want to use his talent on her again. But as they sat there, he couldn’t ignore the way she was looking at him, a mix of curiosity and hunger in her eyes.

“Jack, can we talk for a minute?” Barbara said, placing a hand on his arm.

“Uh, sure Mom,” Jack replied nervously.

“I know what happened yesterday was ... unexpected,” Barbara began hesitantly. “But I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve never felt pleasure like that before. And you should know you have something special, Jack. Something that could bring me so much happiness.”

“I am not sure we should ever do that again, mom...” Jack started.

Barbara moved closer to him, her hand now on his thigh. “But Jack, think about it. I enjoyed it immensely. Why deny me such pleasure? I am a consenting adult, you can do what I ask.”

Jack decided she was right. There was no harm done, and he couldn’t deny his own curiosity. He wanted to see what would happen if he used his talent again, to push the limits even further.

“Okay, Mom,” Jack said slowly. “But just this once, and we won’t tell anyone else about this.”

Barbara’s face lit up with excitement as she leaned in closer to Jack. He placed his hand on her head and began to stroke gently. As before, Barbara let out a sigh of pleasure, and Jack continued. He increased the pressure and speed of his strokes, watching as Barbara’s eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure.

The sensation continued to build and build, becoming almost overwhelming for Barbara. But she didn’t want him to stop. She begged him to keep going, her body writhing with pleasure as she reached heights she had never experienced before.

And then, just as before, Barbara let out a scream of ecstasy as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm.

The room smelled of her musky scent, sweat and sex.

Jack was taken aback by the intensity the experience. He felt a mixture of arousal and guilt. What they were doing was wrong, but he couldn’t deny the excitement of seeing his mother in such a vulnerable state.

Barbara lay there, panting, her eyes closed. Jack didn’t know what to do. He felt like he should comfort her somehow, but he wasn’t sure how to do that.

“I ... I think we should end here,” Jack said, his voice shaking. “This is getting out of hand.”

Barbara looked up at him, her eyes clouded with lust. Her hand slipped inside her pants and started to lazily move there.

As he left the room, she continued to touch herself, her eyes following him as he departed. Jack retreated to his bedroom, feeling both disgusted and aroused with what he saw. He couldn’t shake the image of her writhing with pleasure on the couch.

During that night, he heard his mother cry out in pleasure again and again. He couldn’t believe what was happening. How had things gotten so out of control?

The next morning, as he ate his breakfast, Barbara walked into the kitchen, and Jack couldn’t help but notice how her usually tidy hair was now slightly disheveled, a tell-tale sign of her sleepless night. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her eyes had dark circles even as they twinkled with a newfound sparkle. With her hair in a messy bun and a silk robe loosely wrapped around her body, she looked desirable and vulnerable -- though Jack couldn’t shake the guilt that had settled in his stomach.

Her scent was musky and sweet, with a hint of sweat and sex, a potent combination that sent chills up Jack’s spine. As she walked up to the table, Jack could feel her eyes on him, watching him with a mix of curiosity and a newfound hunger.

“You okay, Jack?” Barbara asked, taking a seat next to him. “You seem a bit distracted.”

Jack cleared his throat, trying to steady his nerves. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about my exams now,” he said, not meeting her eyes.

Barbara placed a hand on his arm, and Jack could feel the warmth of her skin seeping through his shirt. “I just can’t help but think about last night, Jack,” Barbara said. “It was incredible, and I can’t stop thinking about the sensations you gave me. I know it’s not something we should pursue, but I can’t help wanting more.”

Jack felt a knot in his stomach, torn between his own desires and the knowledge that their relationship had gone past a comfortable boundary. “I know, Mom,” he said, trying to sound reassuring. “But I am worried about you.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t, sweetie,” said Barbara, locking her eyes with Jack’s. “Every time I think about what you did to me, I...”, her voice trembled, and her hand snaked down to the hem of her silk robe. Her eyes took a distant look. “Jack ... I have to show you how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She let out a moan of pleasure as she began to touch herself. Jack couldn’t believe what was happening. His own mother was masturbating right in front of him as she thought about him touching her.

Jack felt his stomach churn with a mixture of lust and disgust. He couldn’t believe she was doing this in front of him, in the kitchen no less.

“Mom, stop,” he said, trying to ignore the squelching sounds coming from below the table. “This is getting out of hand. We can’t continue doing this.”

Barbara opened her eyes, looking confused and a bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Jack,” she said, pulling her hand away from her crotch. “I don’t know what came over me. I just can’t stop thinking about you and the way you made me feel.”. But then she shuddered, and made a show of sensually liking her fingers, her gaze fixed on Jack.

Jack felt a mix of revulsion and fascination as he watched his mother’s reaction. He knew he should be disgusted by her behavior, but a part of him couldn’t deny how arousing it was to see her in such a vulnerable and seductive state.

He started to move towards her, but froze. Collecting what was left of his willpower, he turned around and fled the house. On the street, his head cleared a bit.

As Jack walked down the street, he couldn’t shake the images of his mother writhing in pleasure on the couch. He knew he couldn’t continue that kind of relationship with her. But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the intense arousal he felt when he saw her in such a vulnerable and seductive state.

His thoughts were jumbled and confused as he tried to make sense of his feelings. He knew he needed to find a release, someone else to share his talent with, someone who wasn’t his mother.

As he walked, he saw a group of girls from his university, laughing and gossiping. Jack knew he could use his talent on them, but he didn’t want to risk getting caught or being seen as a pervert.

He continued walking, his mind racing with possibilities. He could try to find someone online, someone who was willing to experiment with his talent. But even that seemed risky and potentially dangerous.

Jack’s thoughts turned to Tanya -- a beautiful girl next door that used to babysit for him. He had a crush for her ever since he hit puberty.

He knew it was a long shot, but Jack couldn’t help but wonder if Tanya would be willing to experiment with his talent. She was a few years older than him, but they had always gotten along well.

With a newfound determination, Jack made his way to Tanya’s house. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should reveal his unusual gift to her. But the thought of her experiencing the same pleasure that his mother had felt was too tempting to resist.

He knocked on the door, hoping that Tanya would be home and alone. After a few moments, the door opened and there she was – looking as beautiful as ever.

“Hey Jack,” Tanya said, smiling at him. “What brings you over here?”

Jack took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. “There’s something I want to show you,” he said carefully. “It’s ... something I discovered recently. And I think you might like it.”

Tanya raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. “Okay, Jack. Show me what you’ve got.”

Jack led Tanya to the couch and explained his discovery, telling her about the passage in the book that had led him to the pressure point on the back of the head. Tanya listened intently, looking skeptical but intrigued.

“Okay, Jack,” Tanya said. “I’ll give it a try. But I’m not sure if this is going to work.”

She tried tapping on the back of her head, but didn’t feel anything special. Jack offered to try it on her himself, and Tanya reluctantly agreed.

Slowly, Jack placed his hand on the back of Tanya’s head and began to stroke gently. At first, Tanya didn’t react, but after a few moments she let out a small sigh. Jack continued to stroke her head, increasing the pressure and speed of his movements as she relaxed into the sensation.

As with his mother, Jack watched in amazement as Tanya’s pleasure began to build, the intensity increasing with each passing second. But this time, he didn’t feel guilty or ashamed.

Tanya’s moans grew louder and more urgent, her body responding eagerly to the new sensations. And when she finally reached her orgasm, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

As she lay there, panting and sweating, Tanya looked up at Jack in awe. “That was ... incredible,” she said, a dreamy look in her eyes. “I can’t believe you can do that.”

Jack smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief. “I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “I was worried that it wouldn’t work.”

Tanya grinned at him, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, it definitely worked, Jack,” she said. “Do you think ... we could do it again?”

Jack hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. He had enjoyed watching Tanya’s pleasure, but he didn’t want to get into a relationship where he had to chance the same risks he did with his mother.

But as he looked into Tanya’s beautiful eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. He wanted to see what else he could make her feel with his talent.

“Okay,” Jack said slowly. “But we have to make sure to keep things under control.”

Tanya smiled at him; her eyes bright with excitement. “Don’t worry, Jack. I know where the limits are.”

By the evening, Jack has put Tanya through multiple cycles, and she was a complete mess. She was exhausted, but her body was still buzzing with pleasure. Jack had pushed her to the brink of ecstasy again and again, and each time Tanya had reached heights of pleasure she had never thought possible. The variety of sensations had been overwhelming, but Tanya knew she couldn’t get enough.

Jack gazed at her with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. He hadn’t explored his talent to such an extent before, and he had never seen anyone experience pleasure with such intensity. It had been a revelation for him, but a part of him knew it wasn’t something he could continue indefinitely.

“Tanya, are you okay?” Jack asked, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. “I don’t want to push you too far.”

Tanya nodded weakly, looking up at Jack with a groggy smile. “I’m fine, Jack,” she said. “I’ve never felt so good in my life. And ... I don’t want you to stop, ever.”

Jack felt a rush of excitement and arousal at Tanya’s words. It was time for him to get his release. “Tanya...”, he began...

But before he could finish his sentence, the doorbell rang.

Tanya’s mother, Karen, was a stunning woman in her forties, with sharp features and a commanding presence. As she walked into her house after a long day at work, she couldn’t help but be struck by the strange smell in the air. It was musky and sweet, with a hint of sex.

Karen’s eyes immediately went to Tanya, who was sitting on the couch, her hair disheveled and her face flushed. Karen felt her stomach tighten as she took in her daughter’s disorderly state. Something was definitely off.

She then turned to Jack, who was sitting nervously beside Tanya. Karen recognized him as the neighbor boy who used to play ball in the backyard with Tanya years ago. But as she took a closer look at him, Karen couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something strange about him. A hint of guilt and fear was flickering in his eyes, like he’d been up to something.

“Hi Karen,” Jack said, trying to sound casual. “How was work?”

Karen ignored his attempt at small talk and focused on her daughter. “Tanya, are you okay?” she asked, a note of concern in her voice. “You look ... flushed.”

Tanya blushed, feeling a sudden pang of shame. She knew she looked a mess, but she didn’t want her mother to know what had been going on in the living room.

“It’s nothing, Mom,” Tanya said with a forced smile. “Just a headache. Jack was helping me with it.”

Karen raised an eyebrow, taking in the scene before her. Jack looked nervous and shifty, and Tanya was clearly hiding something. Karen felt a sense of unease in the pit of her stomach. She had always trusted her daughter, but now she wasn’t so sure.

“Just a headache, huh?” Karen said, her tone skeptical. “Well, I’m glad Jack could help. Maybe you should come home and rest, Jack. Tanya and I have to talk.”

“Wait, mom, I can explain!”, Tanya exclaimed frantically, seeing Jack reluctantly get up to leave.

“Yeah, I think I need to know what’s going on here,” Karen said slowly, her eyes hardening. “Tanya, what exactly did Jack do to help you with your headache?”

Tanya felt her face flush with embarrassment. She didn’t want to tell her mother that Jack had given her an orgasm like no other she had ever experienced before.

“Well, it was just something he did with pressure points,” Tanya said, shrugging. “It really helped.”

Karen looked unconvinced. Pressure points? That didn’t sound right. Plus, there was something in Tanya’s voice that was making her uneasy.

“Jack, why don’t you come back in here for a minute,” Karen said firmly. “I think we all need to talk about what’s really going on here.”

Tanya shifted in her seat, her heart racing with fear. She didn’t want her mother getting involved in this. But then an idea hit her.

“Mom,” she said quickly. “Maybe ... maybe you could try it too? It really does help. Just a quick massage on the pressure point. Jack can show you.”

Karen looked taken aback, but before she could say anything, Jack spoke up.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Jack said hesitantly. “It’s kind of ... personal.”

Karen looked between Tanya and Jack suspiciously. Something was definitely off here, and she didn’t like it.

“It sounds like some kind of magic trick,” Karen said with a wry smile. “But sure, why not? Jack, show me where this pressure point is.”

Tanya smiled with relief, glad her plan was working. Jack hesitated for a moment, but then slowly walked over to Karen and placed his hands on the back of her head.

At first, Karen didn’t feel anything. But as Jack began to stroke the pressure point, she felt a strange sensation wash over her. It was almost like a tingling at first, but then it began to grow stronger.

“Huh,” said Karen, “I ... I feel weird,” she felt her heart beating faster.

Karen’s eyes fluttered shut as she let out a soft moan. “Jack, keep going,” she whispered, feeling the pleasure build with each stroke. “This ... this is incredible.”

Tanya watched in fascination as her mother went under the effect of Jack’s spell. She let her hand drift between her legs and teased herself as she imagined herself in place of Karen.

“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” Karen gasped, her body responding eagerly to the sensations. “This is like ... like nothing else. Jack, keep going.” Her voice was breathy and urgent, and for a moment, she forgot everything else -- forgot about the fact that she was with her daughter and a teenage boy, forgot about the fact that this was all so wrong. All she could focus on was the intense pleasure that was pulsing through her veins, filling her body with a heady rush of sensation.

As Jack continued to stroke the pressure point, Karen began to feel orgasmic pressure building deep within her. She gasped, her body tensing as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her in a tidal wave.

“Oh God, Jack!” Karen cried out, her body starting to spasm with pleasure. “I ... I can’t believe this...”

Karen’s face was contorted with pleasure as her body shook with an intense orgasm. Her blonde hair was disheveled from her thrashing around, sticking to her flushed face as she let out a loud moan. Her lips were parted, her breathing ragged and unsteady as she surrendered to the intense sensations sweeping over her body. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly, and her hands were gripping the edge of the couch as she rode out the orgasmic waves. Every muscle in her body was tense, her every nerve on fire with pleasure as she experienced something beyond her wildest dreams. Her legs were parting and closing, a wet spot quickly spreading on her jeans.

Soon, Karen’s body convulsed with pleasure as she creamed herself messily, her juices soaking through her jeans and onto the couch below her. Her mouth was open in a silent scream of ecstasy, her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she rode the wave of orgasmic bliss coursing through her body. She felt like she was on fire, her skin tingling with sensation and her heart racing in her chest. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

As Karen opened her eyes, she saw Tanya panting hard, her legs wide open, her fingers working aggressively between her legs. But Karen couldn’t bring herself to care. All she could feel was the afterglow of intense pleasure, the echoes of Jack’s touch still reverberating throughout her body, her body still spasming occasionally.

As she regained her composure, Karen looked up at Jack, awestruck.

“Mrs. Kerton”, he began...

“You can call me Karen,” she breathed out, interrupting him momentarily.

“Karen,” Jack continued. “May I spend a night here today? I’d rather not go home just yet.”

Karen looked at Jack, still feeling the tingling sensation from his touch. She knew it wasn’t appropriate to allow him to stay the night, but the thought of letting him go after feeling such intense pleasure was too overwhelming.

“Okay, Jack,” Karen said, and Jack noticed a hint of the same maniacal glint in her eyes that he previously saw in his mother’s. “You can stay the night. But on one condition: you give me more of that pleasure tomorrow morning before you leave.”

“Okay, Karen,” Jack said, his voice trembling. “I’ll will do that.”

Karen grinned, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Good,” she said, reaching out to stroke Jack’s arm. “I can’t wait to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve.”

She turned to Tanya. “Where do we put him? We can’t exactly let him use the couch, not with...” she gestured at the huge wet spot her juices left there.

Tanya blushed, feeling embarrassed about discussing the mess her mother left. “Uh, let’s put him in my room,” she said, standing up from the couch nervously. “I’ll find some blankets and pillows for him.”

As they made their way to Tanya’s room, Karen couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. She had never experienced such intense pleasure before, and a part of her was eager to feel it again. But as they entered Tanya’s room, Karen’s eyes flicked over to the single bed in the corner, and a frown creased her brow.

“There’s no way he’s going to fit on that bed,” Karen said, crossing her arms. “I think it’s only fair that he sleeps in my room tonight.”

Tanya looked at her mother, surprised by the sudden demand. “Mom, are you sure? I don’t know if that’s appropriate.”

Karen chuckled, her eyes flashing with a hint of mischief. “Don’t be such a prude, Tanya,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “We’re all adults here. And besides, I want another turn experiencing that ... touch.”

Tanya’s face reddened, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over her. She hadn’t expected her mother to be so forward, and the thought of sharing Jack’s touch with her was unsettling.

“But ... what if he only wants to be with me?” Tanya said hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly. “I mean, what if he doesn’t want to be with you?”

Karen’s eyes narrowed, a hint of anger creeping into her voice. “I am his hostess, Tanya,” she said firmly. “And as his host, it’s my responsibility to make sure he’s comfortable. Besides, I’m your mother. I have the final say in these matters.”

But Tanya wasn’t ready to back down. “I think it’s only fair that we take turns,” she said, her voice firm. “I mean, we both want to experience his touch again, right?”

Karen sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Okay, fine,” she said reluctantly. “We’ll take turns. But I get the first go in my room tonight, and you can have him in here tomorrow night if he decides to stay again.”

Tanya nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She didn’t want to share Jack’s touch with her mother, but the thought of having him all to herself tomorrow night was too tantalizing to resist, and she knew she could make sure he’d want to stay for another night.

As Karen made her way to her room, Tanya couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease settle over her. She had no idea what would happen in that room, but she knew one thing for sure – things were about to get very intense.

But first, Jack went to the bathroom. As he stepped into the unfamiliar shower, the warm water cascaded over his body, the tension of the day washing away with each passing moment. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind from the events of the evening. It had been intense, to say the least, and he was still reeling from the overwhelming sensations he had unleashed on both Tanya and Karen.

But amidst all the confusion and arousal, Jack couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt wash over him. He had used his talent to manipulate these women, to give them pleasure beyond their wildest dreams, but at what cost?

As Jack rinsed the soap off his body, his thoughts turned to his mother. He couldn’t bear the thought of using his talent on her, not after what happened last time. But even as he tried to push those thoughts aside, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to give that kind of pleasure to her again.

Jack shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He couldn’t afford to think like that, not now. He had to be careful with his talent, use it in a way that didn’t hurt anyone. But as he turned off the shower and stepped out, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were spiraling out of control.

As Jack towel-dried his hair, he heard a knock on the bathroom door. “Jack? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Karen’s voice called out.

Jack’s heart skipped a beat. He had a feeling this conversation was going to be anything but pleasant.

“Sure, Karen,” Jack said, his voice tight. “What do you need?”

He opened the door to see Karen standing there, a determined look on her face. “I have to admit, Jack,” she said, crossing her arms. “I’m more than a little bit ... addicted to your touch.”

Jack felt a pang of guilt and worry wash over him. He had seen this kind of obsessive behavior before and he knew it wasn’t healthy. But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the thrill it gave him to see Karen so eager for his attention.

“I’m sorry, Karen,” Jack said softly. “I shouldn’t have done what I did. I didn’t mean to ... get you addicted to it or anything like that.”

Karen regarded him for a moment, her eyes hard. “I know you didn’t mean to do it,” she said slowly. “But the fact of the matter is ... I can’t get enough of it. And I was wondering ... if you’d be willing to ... give me more tonight.”

Jack hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He wanted to help, wanted to make Karen feel good, but he couldn’t deny that the request made him feel uneasy.

“Karen, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” Jack said hesitantly. “I don’t want to ... hurt you, or anything like that. And besides ... I think we should be careful with how we use my talent. It’s not something to be taken lightly.”

Karen’s expression softened, and she stepped closer to Jack. “I understand,” she said softly. “But can’t we just ... try? Just one more time? I promise I’ll be careful, and we can stop if it gets too intense.”

Jack sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He knew he should say no, that it was too risky and potentially dangerous. But at the same time, he couldn’t resist the temptation of giving Karen that kind of pleasure again.

“Okay,” he said finally, his voice low.

Karen smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Don’t worry, Jack,” she said, reaching out to stroke his arm. “I can handle it. But first,” she looked at she shower, “Would you like to help me wash myself?”

Jack’s heart quickened as he nodded slowly, regarding her form. Karen was disheveled, her blonde hair in messy waves and her face having a feverish flush. Her eyes had a glazed look to them, and her lips kept parting as she licked her lips. Her clothes were in disorder, and there was still a large wet spot on the front of her jeans where she had creamed herself. She smelled of sweat and sex, an aroma that filled the room and made Jack’s heart race.

Jack forced himself to turn away and stare at the bathroom floor, some rudimentary modesty still with him, while she undressed.

As Karen stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade over her body, and gestured for Jack to join her.