You put your head under the water to wet your hair and I grab the soap to help you lather up. I rub the soap between my hands, working up a lather, an... then cup your breasts. Your wet skin feels so slippery under the touch of my soapy hands. I work the lather all over your chest and make my way down your belly, stopping long enough to make sure all of your skin is lathered up. I rub the soap between my hands to make sure there is lots of lather and put the soap back in the dish. I approach you. Not many people live in Hope because there isn't a lot to do there. The population doubles in the summer to a few hundred as the cottages and campgrounds fill up with tourists looking for a peaceful break. During the rest of the year, the town is quiet.As such, Theresa was a little surprised when I took the road to Hope in early May. Having just finished a day in Seward, we were heading back to Anchorage, a three-hour drive. It was raining hard. There did not seem to be much point in this. Justin moved towards her as he slammed the door shut, he grabbed her hips and pushed her against the wall. He pinned her arms against the wall and thrust his hips between her legs. HIs mouth found hers, urging her to open her mouth with his tongue. His hands moved up her arms, tickled her throat before moving to her swelling breasts. His fingers sligthly pinched the erect nipples. He grabbed the fabric of the dress and pulled down exposing her breasts. Oh, she hoped he would suck on the them.. Maria, wearing nothing but her corset, is on her knees with her back to me. Jacob, the thirty-year-old stablehand, is standing in front of her with his hand on her head, holding her in place as he thrusts his cock into her mouth. I am frozen to the spot. I have never seen anything like this in my entire life, and I’m slightly confused by the emotions that I’m feeling. Disgusted, but also strangely aroused. Oh, no! I’ve been spotted. Jacob’s eyes widen as he sees me, then a wicked grin spreads.