I suppose the difference between a washcloth and a towel is in the context. I could have dried myself with this thing, but it worked well to clean her...large body quickly.I started with her snake half at the midbody, working my way down to her tail. She seemed to enjoy the feeling. Then I swapped the towel/washcloth for a regular-sized one. I scrubbed her everywhere. The back of her neck, under her breasts, all the way down her backside. I finished with her stomach.After finishing her stomach, I. The company we kept made a lot of guys want to hang out with us. Eddie was so blatant and determined about it, I felt comfortable. His sister, Carmen, also made it easy on my eyes to hang out with Eddie when the twins were busy. After school let out for the summer, he asked me to come over and meet his niece, Tanya; I thought she would be Marisa's age.My jaw hit the ground when I met her. Tanya was lush, too short, and young for so many curves. Her hips were a few inches too wide; a tiny waist,. I didn’t speak to her for two days; I met her in the college and spoke to her for five minutes after the class. That week was our first internal so I called her up that night to discuss about the important topics that could come in the exam, and so forth that week I called her up every day before the exam to chat up about the progress of her studies and what are the important things that I should concentrate more upon. After our last exam, I felt the need to talk to her but didn’t know what to. Her figure was partly hidden by the severe cut of the trouser and jacket business suit that she was wearing, but enough was visible to suggest there were curves where there should be. Her hair was dyed blonde, with some streaks of brown from the roots; it only came down to her collar, but was layered in a feminine ‘professional executive’ style. Although she was generally quite brisk and business-like (partly due to being efficient and well-organised), she was far from cold in her manner – it.