" Donna replied indecisively, weariness clearly evident in her tone."Well, if I can't change your mind, we'll be going..."Donna walked with them to th... front door, then stood in the open doorway until they had disappeared over the bridge, across the terrace, and into the hotel. Closing the front door, Donna walked slowly back into the living room, staring vacantly at the coffee table, her mind whirring with concerned thoughts. Unconsciously, she picked up the martini pitcher, poured the. "Go ahead ... take your time, wash everything, look at it as you do, familiarize yourself with me," I told him. "But more importantly, enjoy yourself while you do."I didn't have really long labia, but I enjoyed it when he pulled on each one stretching them out as he washed them, running a slippery finger alongside each of them, in addition to dipping the tip of his finger inside me. His look of utter fascination as he took his time admiring, just looking at me was arousing in and of itself. I. A headed for the shower. He looked back at me and said, “Well, are you coming? You need a shower too, you nasty cum eating, ass eating pervert.”I really needed a shower. The residue of cum and ass juice still splattered my chest and was oozing down to my stomach and into my pubic hair. I could hear the shower running as I reached the closed bathroom door. I knew Freddy was in there and I didn’t care. I entered the bathroom and announced to whomever was in the show that I was about to join them.. I got up as quiet as I could manage, and looked around the door. I saw your shirt, on the ground, and your skirt was not very far away, so my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. I didn’t see you though, unless you count the last flash of your left foot and ankle, disappearing behind the door of the bathroom. I didn’t see a bra or panties, so I had no way of knowing for sure whether you had worn them to begin with. My mind was telling me that that is the kind of crap your read about in.