She came toward him carrying two glasses in one hand and the absinthe bottle in the other. She set the bottle on the stand beside her, then passed him...a glass.He'd watched her marvelous, full-thrusting white tits jiggle and sway all the way across the room, along with the graceful roll of her smoothly arched hips and long shapely legs. Christ, she was something else, all right. She sat down on the sofa and he reached over to lay his hand on her soft, satin-skinned thigh while she covered it. I'm afraid Biscuit will try to stimulate herself a bit and you really got to know what you're doing to prevent that while washing her."She took the soap and brush and stared at them for a moment. She ran her hand over the brush and found it coarse. It would be a bit abrasive against naked skin, but would also clean well, taking off a layer of dead skin easily. She stepped up to Cinnamon and began to soap her up.She ran the bar of soap over her huge breasts and heard her sigh softly. Suds ran. “Meg, what’s going on with Carly? She seems nervous. When I asked her what was wrong she wouldn’t tell me.”Meghan shrugged then said: “I don’t know. She won’t tell me either. She’s been like this all day and won’t answer any questions about it.”Kathy sat on the bed and asked: “Are she and Kevin fighting?”Meghan grinned and shook her head. “No. She was telling me how he wore her out last night. So, that’s definitely not it. She’ll talk when she’s ready.” She said.“All right, Carly did say we. Faster. She was now almost dropping herself onto his shaft, loving the feel of him shoving into her like that. She kissed James hungrily, her mouth open and her tongue probing.Faster. Oh god, yes, faster.Oh, and there it was; she could feel it gathering deep down inside of her, ready to erupt. Her legs were shaking as she forced herself up and let herself drop, faster and faster, her head now thrown back as she gasped. “Uh!... Uh!... Uh!...”James had his head thrown back as well, his.