I grabbed an extra towel for her from my closet, then headedon in. Kayla followed. The warm water felt like heaven. Even more sowhen Kayla took my l...ofah and lathered me up. Although I hate hair on mychest, arms, underarms, and legs and shave about once a month or so, thesensation felt different somehow, perhaps because Kayla was with me, orperhaps because I was thinking of myself differently. Then she startedpinching my nipples with her left hand while the right hand continued toscrub with. My hand reaches the junction of my legs and I open my legs wider, holding my pussy lips apart with my two fingers. The water is rushing over my little hard clit and I moan out loud, “ahhhhhh yes”, letting you know how wonderful it feels. The cool water caressing my hard clit, then my hot little fingers get busy. I start to diddle myself, making little circles around my sensitive nub and slowly plunge a finger deeply inside, lifting my hips almost out of the water. The water drops glide off of. It really was glorious.Anyway, what I learned came from what happened afterwards. At our Island of Conception I like to call it, a small Island in the Virgin (ha ha) Islands one of the rich assholes Barb associates with in her capacity as my representative in all things business let us borrow. Yeah, the whole fucking (so to speak) island. It wasn't all that big or anything, just a mansion and some out buildings with servants. We gave them the week off.It got weird there for us. For two days and. She was vocal in conversations about sex and like to describe in detail her preferences. I started to avoid them for other reasons however; like the off color jokes they made about blacks, “oh you are not black, you are Jamaican” would be their response to my challenges, and of course my kids were half breeds while theirs were Latinos. This hypocrisy irked me to no ends and was further compounded whenever her husband drank, all kinds of bigotry spewed from his small mind. On the surface he was.