She could tell he was trying to make a pretense of washing her, but really he was finger-fucking her again and it felt great. “Mmmmh. Now that’s r...ally nice too,” she purred “Make sure you make me nice and clean. Everywhere.” He understood, soaping up his other hand and rubbing the bar of soap around her ass for good measure, then moving his other hand from inside her pussy to her clit, he started to finger her ass. At first her body resisted his soapy finger, but as he soaped and probed she. It was a simple enough matter to push the hem of her shirt up a little so that I could feel her bare skin under my palms."I've been having thoughts about you too," she said, her face only inches away from mine."I know. That's what started this wasn't it?" Mm-hm, but my mind's only been getting dirtier since then. I've been imagining a lot of different possibilities."Kristin offered absolutely no kind of protest as my hands ran over her sides and back, slowly creeping higher as we stood there. By the time both had honed their skills, they were so ready to move to this higher plane. We had insisted that they do not try any of the new techniques they were practicing on each other until we told them they were ready.Another night was scheduled. They met with me first to discuss what would happen that evening, and if both were ready for this step. It was fascinating how the wife’s demeanor had so changed. Rather than telling her husband what to do, expecting him to get her coffee or. He pro'bly done it in some more. I 'spect ya're gonna be shot at fer a while, now." Shit, well that's the end of usin' the roads fer a while. Where'd ya leave yer hoss. I don't want it ta starve, cuz ya ain't comin' back." Yeah, it ain't the hosses fault that I let myself get gutshot. He's in that draw 'bout a hundred yards north of here. I'd be much obliged ifen ya'd put a bullet in my head afore ya leave me, since I knows I ain't gonna recover from this here bullet." Since ya asked so nicely,.