Limp, wet woman is a pure BITCH to try to carry anywhere. For that matter limp wet ANYBODY is a trial to move. But your local firemen do it on a regul...r basis, and they do it quite well. So, next time you're out and about, drop by the local fire house and drop off some chocolate chip cookies and tell them you're just amazed that they do all the things they do. And tell them thanks. But don't tell them that Beating Off Bob sent you. They'll look at you funny.Anyway, back to the story.Bobby. Without turning round I passed back the bar of soap and said, “Be a darling and wash my back.”My back was being expertly washed and I thought to myself, Tom lad, you’re getting better in your old age.Slowly and with gentle strokes, Tom’s hands soaped my back going lower and lower until his hands were caressing my buttocks and down my legs.Working his hands up my inner thigh he gently brushed against my pussy, making me whimper with the pleasure he was giving me.A finger pushed against my pussy. She gave me her phone number and said to call when I had thought of something.I thought about her all day and what she said. I called that night and when she answered I stammered a little. She asked if I was the one from this afternoon and I said yes. She asked what I would like to do with her, I paused for a while and she said in a sultry voice that she liked to please any way possible. I felt embarrassed but asked her if she would wear High Heels for me with Black Nylons. She purred over. “It’s dark in here, but it seems brighter at the same time,” Martha said.“Tale off your glasses,” Althea said, and Martha jumped, startled. “I can sort of make out your silhouette, but it’s pitch black in here. How is that possible?”“No, there’s a little bit of light,” Althea tried not to laugh at her perplexed boss. “Let me show you little big of light at a time.”Rather than blind her with the overhead lights, Althea showly rotated the blinds to let light seep in by degree.“Althea, I can see.