She spread the oil over her pussy and began rubbing, gently at first, then with more pressure. Her knees came up, allowing her greater access, and a l...ng slender finger slid deeply into her warm moist depths. She moaned again, and with her oiled finger, tenderly rubbed her sensitive little clitoris. Her pleasure grew and she imagined Robby, her last lover. Robby was tall, blond, and handsome, with big, slightly rough hands and a large cock. Robby was kneeling beside her on the bed, feeding her. I stroked myself and just enjoyed the scene in front of me. When Keri was done and finished rinsing and conditioning she turned off the shower. I stepped out of the shower and handed her a towel for her hair.I then wrapped another towel around her and she tucked in one of the corners to hold it in place. I dried myself off quickly and asked Keri if she needed any help.“No thanks, dear.” The answer was short and curt, and her body sent out a different message.“Keri, is something wrong?”“I have. Typical jock! He expects me to do what he tells me to do? I don't even do what the police tell me to do! Before I could stop myself I had responded.XxEmoHeartxX: What?Derek26: I'm not like the other jocks! The only reason I play football is because it's the only way to get out of the house for a few more hours! Please don't stop talking to me! The only reason I said that stupid thing about the football playing muscles is because girls usually like that sort of thing! I just wanted to impress. I paid the driver (well over the odds I thought) and we grabbed her arms and dragged her out of the car, changed our grip and, throwing her arms over our shoulders, we half carried half walked her up the path to the house. She was a little difficult to control and I noticed that for much of the time Ian’s hand was holding quite tight on to her left breast. We had a few problems getting her up the steps to the front door and ended up grabbing a leg each and lifting her in. As we did this her.