“Now you get to wash me,” Béla informed him, and spread her sparkling wet legs wider.“Huh?” Jake asked, not understanding.“Clean me off,”...Béla commanded. “I didn’t do this for my benefit, so you need to clean up the mess.”“Oh, sure!” Jake answered, and looked around for something to use on her.“Washrag, soap, warm water,” Béla intoned, sounding bored.“Warm water?” Jake asked, finding a washrag, then turning on the faucet at the end of the somewhat aromatic bathtub.Béla squealed as cold water. Finally I just said' 'Of course he can, it would be my honer', and at that eased my skirt up over my waist, to reveal a pair of shear black silky see-though panties.I kept hold of my skirt and opened my legs sufficiently for the young boy to ease between, reach up and take hold of my knicker elastic, 'Slowly', his uncle barked, 'Show her pussy slowly to all', and all the men gather around and watched my undressing.My panties were handed to the old man by his appreciative nephew, how continued. I must be working out! This is the result! She says, "I didn't know you had it in you."I smile. I look down. I've inadvertently been grinding my fingers in the mortar. From the mid-joints in they've been reduced to...mush. I feel no pain. I wonder how this will make the drinks taste. My ex, I discover, is covered in ash. Soot. There's a break however between the bulgy flesh below her navel and her dark triangular bush. I finger her in the kitchen. She's wet. Her wetness is thick, viscous; like. "I hope not. Please don't try to find out!"The guys both chuckled."Now will you think about us handling you all over so we can see your nipple erection?" Jeff asked. "After lunch, anyway?" What if I don't?" I asked.Rick winked.I sighed. "All right," I agreed reluctantly. "After lunch."They both grinned cheerfully, and finished eating as quickly as they could. We disposed of our trays, then went outside into the courtyard."You can do it here," Jeff said."All right," I nodded, looking around..