"Turn around," I ask. You do and your back is to me. I grab the soap and start washing your back. When that is finished I move to your ass. As a soapy...hand makes it way between your cheeks you spread your legs as much as possible in the confined space of the tub. I'm slow, gentle and thorough. A finger lingers a little extra at your asshole and you sigh. I finish the task at hand and get more soap. I reach around you and cup both breasts. I spend five minutes washing your chest and stomach. Tabhi kadmo ki ahat sun k meri dhadkane tham gayi, main dekha ki mere pati sofe pr so gaye aur wo meri taraf badh rha hai. Uski nazre mere badan ko tar-tar kar rhi thi. Main mooh doosri tarf kar k khadi ho gayi.Wo mere peeche aya aur meri kamar par apne haath ferne laga, uski garam season ko main apni garden pr mehsoos kr rhi thi, uske hoth meri garden ko choom rhe the aur haath meri kamar ko masal rhe the.Mujhse raha na gaya aur maine jhat se ghoom kar apne honth uske honthon pr rakh diye.. He had two sons, one older than myself by a couple of years and the other a grade behind me in school. Most of my memories of the country were hazy, but there were certain details I did recall-- like the way the boys took me into the barn and watched while I peed. It was that same day when they showed me their outfits and I remembered that dark-haired Jason had already developed a few curls at the base of his cock then. Young, blond Billy Joe had been awed by the delicate swirls and ridges. "Not too bad, Tony, it's just another night in paradise," he replied. He moved away to get somebody's drinks and I turned my back to the bar and scanned the crowd.My eyes moved over the women as they stood, sat, or danced. Booties were shakin' and tits were rolling under thin clothing. There seemed to be fewer women who were alone than usual. One exception was a tall redhead and her dark haired friend. The brunette was only about 5'4" and a little heavy around the caboose. But that redhead.