It was a complete stranger. Some guy she'd never met before. But she beamed at him like he was a gift. This guy looked her over and licked his lips. S...e looked at her feet pretending to be shy. I know shy. I’m shy. This strumpet is not shy. But it gives the guy confidence. He pushed his way in, wrapping his arms around her naked waist. She threw her arms around his neck as if he were a long-lost lover returning from a war or something. She kissed him. She actually kissed him. A complete. There was so much raw sex happening, it wasn't necessary to fondle or stroke herself to get an erection. In moments, Barocca's cock had reached its full length of two feet, making itself a chocolate colored twin to Tiffany's long pole. Barocca was so horny, she felt she could almost duplicate Vantha's act of making herself cum without using her hands. But Barocca didn't want to cum; at least not yet. She wanted Rhiannon to notice her, and then desire her. Once that happened, Barocca's plan. I watched him watch the soap drip down my body with lust in his eyes. I closed my eyes when he got down to washing my boobs. He washed them a little longer than usual I noticed. I know he wanted me. When he was done with my back and ass he gave the sponge to me. We always washed our privates last. I started with his back first. Washing it in circular motions. When I got down to his ass I made sure to linger just a little so he got the hint. I always washed his bottom with my hands, squeezing it. Tossing a final warning glare at the devisor, I vanished in a puff ofsmoke one last time. Reappearing at my seat, I plopped down, gloweringwith barely contained rage. Flipping my powers back off, I slumped intothe seat and stewed for the rest of the trip.**********************************************************************************************"Home sweet home," I sighed sarcastically as I finally stepped into mynew room. It had been a very long day, and I was glad to be somewhereprivate.