What are you thinking, standing right there in the room with me as I lather up my hair and let the suds drip down? Excitement races through me. I imag...ne your eyes wandering up and down my body, following the falling suds as they slide over my breasts, down my stomach and on down my legs. The hot water feels nice on my skin, soothing and relaxing my tired muscles. I imagine what it would feel like to have your body pressed against my back, your arms hugging my waist, the water tumbling over. You're not to attempt to see Lela any longer, Mr. Wilson. I hope I never see you again. Goodbye!" Stand right there and don't make a move," I ordered. "We're not finished talking." You have no right to talk to me in that matter, young man. If you so much as touch me, I'll scream." She was trying to act defiant, but I noticed she hadn't made a move since I ordered her to stop."You'll stand there quietly," I said."You can't order me around. I'm not your... your..." ... slave? You were Mr. Shaw's. They embraced sensually pressing their breasts on each other's and kissed with open mouths and playful tongues. Maggie's hands roamed over Jenny's buttocks and between her crack almost fingering her hole. Jenny's hand slid between Maggie's legs and rubbed and stroked her mound, finding the wetness rise on Maggie's panties.Jenny lifted from their mouths to lick and kiss Maggie's neck, just below her ear. Then kissing lower, she found her breasts with hard nipples ready to be sucked. Maggie. Why do their voices have to sound so fucking similar?She tries to stick with nameless noises, but she knows the soft, "Sheldon," that inevitably escapes her lips is audible. By then it's too late though, because she's shaking and coming, her legs giving way, held in place only by those long-fingered hands. The only admonishment she gets is the slow sc**** of fingernails over skin, and then a soft bite to the back of her shoulder blade.Penny crawls away and turns around and Missy is Missy again,.