She tells him to better clean him good, and immediately after slowly pushes his hand upwards, eventually forcing the soap bar into my butt! I start to...moan a bit (I mean, it was so hot) and wifey lets go her husbands hand and starts stroking me.She tells hubby to “meet my pace”, and so he pushes and pulls the soap bar in and out my butt in the same rhythms wifey is stroking me.Now I notice that hubbys hand is almost entirely in wifey’s pussy, at least beyond the knuckles. I can’t stop to moan. .. both of them.Jack rode right up to the stone steps, "I'm Hero Jack. What was your Hero's name?" Butch Miller," said the blonde, "Wait ... Was?" Uh huh. Miller is deceased. Sultry there," he nodded at his wife, "She broke his neck when he was trying us on. Turns out we were too big for his britches." You killed him?" Sultry did the deed," Jack confessed."Well, if this isn't a crock. Wait. You're a Hero?" Yeah," Jack agreed."She's your companion?" One of them." You have more?" Sometimes one. We're gone — we don't need you any more — neither does Mom. Go to hell Dad!" I hung up on dad.The girls in the back were clapping in applause as Mom said, "Well said honey, I couldn't have done better myself. You certainly have stepped up and became the Man of the House today.I scooted close to mom laying my head on her shoulder as we drove on down the highway..."Charles ... wake up, we're stopping for the night," mom said."Oh, thanks Mom — Where are we anyway?" About halfway to our. However, she sensed instantly that they didn’t like men and didn’t like her.Suddenly, she was surprised to realize that she wanted to shock them. Why is that? she wondered. Because they’re probably lesbians who hate me because I like men, is why, she thought, answering her own unspoken question.Having come to that conclusion she moved even closer to Jeff and placed her hand lightly on his elbow. Although she was exerting no pressure at all — her touch was so light he felt nothing — to the.