After quite a bit of time I then take the soap and start at your chest and move to your breasts. Once they are lathered up I take the sponge and gentl... spread the soap over your skin paying special attention to every inch of your breasts.After at least 15 minutes of soapy breast massage I move down to your firm stomach and spend the same amount of time there making sure to brush the top of you mound with every pass of the sponge. Stopping only when you start moaning and arching your back as if. "Well it was great actually. I got Tom to let me know which evening it was going to be, and when Tom turned up with Gav I'd made a real effort, stockings, suspenders, knee high Fuck-me boots, a short short micro skirt with no knickers and strangely enough this top." She said drawing her hand through her hair and then down the inner sides of her breasts.Both Stephanie and my eyes followed her fingers and as she started talking again we glanced quickly at each other, as Stephanie caught my eye. There, bent over the washing machine dressed in figure hugging tracksuit bottoms was Tara!Her bottom looked awesome! Clad in the grey jogging bottoms, those cheeks looked so damn juicy, Rodge was tempted to jump forward and grab them!Tara must have sensed Rodge’s presence. She turned round.“Hahaha! What the fuck are you wearing?!” she exclaimed looking down at his tiny towel.Slightly taken aback at her coarseness, Rodge felt irritated.“Well if you will take all the towels from the bathroom and. It was one of those random memories from my youth when a police officer visited my elementary school, and they mentioned police officers carried first aid kits to help injured people.Of course, that isn’t really why the kits are there, but it probably sounded good to a bunch of little kids. Either way, it stuck with me, and thankfully so. My other alternative was to use my sweaty shirt to staunch her bleeding, which isn’t the most sanitary option.And considering the reaction that Margaret had.