Wifey grabs the shower lotion (you know, those small bottles that every motel has) and starts soaping me in, starting at my neck, around my throat and...then chest. Then she tells me to stay sideways, not facing her with my front or back. She is soaping me in good, playing with my cock and balls. Hubby grabs the regular soap bar and runs it down my back, eventually even between my legs were he meets wifeys hands.I am standing there and eventually have to hold on to the shower walls, no wonder,. I started squeezing Jenny's thigh, unconsciously at first, whenever she played with the tip of my cock and my muscles seemed to seize up. But soon I was doing it purposefully as the two girls stroked me, enjoying the resilience of her flesh and the soft, soft skin under my fingertips. I decided to see if Jules would let me touch her leg as well, and I placed my hand lightly on her upper thigh, only inches from where her pussy would be, hidden underneath her panties. She didn't stop me when I. “That guy’s a suffering ass.”“What happened?” I asked.“Well, he asked for help on the abs-machine, but he really didn’t need any help. When he asked me for a date, I walked away. Then… he slapped my ass, and I punched his nose.”I wanted to say good for you but instead I replied with, ‘’You can’t go around hitting our members… that’s my job.”I walked over to the guy in question and said, “You touch my employee again, I’ll tear your arm off and beat you to death with it—plus, I’ll tell your. ‘Small and useless,’ she shrilled, ‘and….’ she drew in a breath and I could see her mind racing to capture the right adjective. I braced myself. ‘…miniscule!’ she said triumphantly. Now, there was a time not long ago when I would have seriously questioned whether Bec would even know a word like ‘miniscule’. There’s no doubt about the quality of her physical attributes, but it’s fair to say her intellect isn’t up to the same standard. It isn’t just my assessment either – the general feeling.