When I step in the shower you are already washing your hair. "Turn around," I ask. You do and your back is to me. I grab the soap and start washing yo...r 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. But I'm a guy. I had to look.I was out mending a fence about a month after they arrived when Terri came up behind me. "What are you doing"?If I had been wearing shoes I would have jumped out of them. "Don't do that. You are the quietest person I know. I ought to but a bell around your neck".She was not amused. "John makes me nervous"."What do you mean"?"He is always watching me. I'll be working and find him looking at me. And he looks up and down my body. I don't like it. I would put on clothes. Maine haath kya hataya wo to ak dam gussa ho gya . Maine kha gussa kiyo hote ho .wo bola tune meri sart manne ko kha tha .ab meri sart sun ki me tujse kya chahata hun .wo bola main teri gaand marna chahata hun . Apna lund tere mooh me dena chahata hun.itna sun kr meri halat kharab ho gyi. Me wha se bhagna chahata tha etne me usne mujhe pakd liya or mere lund ko sahlane laga bola aaram se maan ja wrna mujhe zabrdasti krni padegi. Main tujhe chhode wala to nahi hun.maine apni puri jaan lga kr use. Frank gave a lusty snort and started lashing his hot wet tongue all over her horny little pussy. Vicky gurgled and squealed, and she fed him hot floods of tangy cream. He gobbled the musky juice as fast as he could get it."Oh, yeah, lick me all over, honey," she moaned.Frank didn't need any urging. He was a natural pussy-freak. He lathered every inch of her cunt with his hot saliva, tonguing deep into the steamy folds and scooping up her salty hot cream. Vicky was going out of her mind with.