She moved on to do his legs, one at a time, running her soapy hands up and down his long limbs, rubbing and ensuring that all the sweat and grime was ...emoved. She did not jerk away when she inadvertently brushed against his scrotum. It was merely one more part of his body to clean.With his arms up against the side of the shower, Brian simply stood and let Kirstin wash him, her small deft hands rubbing the soap across his wet smooth skin with her fingers. She was starting to be more comfortable. He was fucking. The girl was screaming, screaming for him to stop. He cock pounded her arse, causing her flesh to ripple. She was swathed in sweat. Another girl took two steps towards me, then collapsed on the floor. They were blondes, both with short hair, like mine. And like mine there tits were big. The screaming continued. I continued towards them. They weren’t alone, three others were there, sitting on stools at the bar. It didn’t shock me, none of it. I knew what Lothar was like. I knew. I owe you one brother. See ya."I got to my car and started the long drive home. It is about 20 minutes to my house and I was feeling the effects of all those drinks. Not drunk, but not near sober; I drove very carefully. The garage door wouldn't open and I thought a hell of time for the batteries to go out in the remote. I left the car in the driveway and went to the front door. The security chain stopped the door from opening. What the fuck, why is the chain on the door? Julie knew I was going. What we wanted to see was the reaction of people on the side of the road – it was amazing. Just think about it – you are walking down the street of a coastal vacation town and a car drives by with a woman topless and the driver of the car playing with her breasts. The thing we did not expect is that we got stopped in traffic – what to do??? Does she cover up or do we continue our exhibition fantasy? I said – there are no cops around so let me continue and she agreed. There was a guy who.