She soaped it up and handing it to me, bent over. I gently pushed it into her anus and started slowly with shallow strokes that gradually got deeper. ... pulled the cleaner out and rinsed it off before soaping it up and repeating the process. I repeated the washing three times before the cleaner came out with no color or chocolate chips.Then I washed down her legs and feet making sure that I cover everything that might have gotten dirty during the anal cleaning. Finally done, I soaped up my hands. ”“Meatloaf! I can’t remember the last time I had meatloaf. With ketchup and onions and stuff?”“Yup, and mashed potatoes and peas and onions too.”“Looking forward to it. Be right down.” I walked towards the spiral stairs and the heaven of a warm shower. I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. The warm water and the scent of the soap was just wonderful. After the stress of dealing with work, being able to just let it all go was so soothing mentally.I was enjoying the sensation. Sarah's fingers wrapped around the shaft and she slowly started to move her hand up and down."Oh my God Sarah. Keep going. You feel so good." I managed to get the words out.I felt like I could explode all over her right there and then. Sarah's pace increased, her hand rubbing up and down my cock, faster and faster. By this point, I had lifted Sarah's top off and my hands had found their way round to the clasp of her bra. I unhooked the clasp, released her small, but firm, perky 32B tits. I bent. Hell, I’d even be happy rubbing my cock all over their tight yoga pant asses and blasting a load all over them, then licking it all up (but that is another story).I’m not an abuser of women. I treat them with respect and usually keep my urges to myself.My point is that I don’t think they know the urges that they create in men (or at least me) by the way that they dress.The problem is that most women do not want to be treated that way (and I’m fine that). However, it is disappointing when your.