Do your hair also, there's all you need in thesoap dish."It took five minutes and the water stopped."Not good enough. Soap yourself down more thorough...y, especially where itgets dirty..."He had another go at cleaning himself up, insisting on his armpits, hiscrotch, and his backside. Then he turned the faucet off."I hope you've done a good job. Mrs Driver will check, anyway. Get yourhand out."He stuck his hand out again, and she put a plastic bottle in it."Rub yourself with that liquid. It is. She, of course, obeyed. I too, got up above her, entering her pussy once again. The angle was better than before, inclined a bit downwards, which enhanced Trish’s volume of moans. Maybe it was the stimulation of her G-spot. While fucking her pussy, I was looking at her winking brown asshole, which I had lubricated to a bubbling state with my saliva, seemed to have dried. I couldn’t resist and in a fraction of a second, switched between Trish’s holes. I drilled my cock downwards into her. She felt like she might cry.“Give me a foot,” he said with an exaggerated sigh.She stuck one foot out in the air and saw his knees appear next to the boot. His hands came and grasped the back of the heel. They lifted and her tight muscles in her thigh and hip complained. She flopped back onto the bed, one foot high in his hands, and the other limp and hanging from her knee at the edge of the bed.“You don’t do this a lot, do you?” he asked casually as he started pulling on the boot.“Do. ‘Pig!’ He laughed again then called out to someone else, pushing her head away from him as she struggled to stay up on her feet. She glanced around at her surrounds. This was indeed some crudely erected tent. And the man had called out to another human, this one with longer red-blonde hair, a thick matching beard jutting from his chin, and an almost blindfold-like blind across his eyes, black, shielding them from her. The strawberry blonde haired man promptly walked over to the elven warlock.