You need a good scrubbing as well. The dirtll soak off in the hot-tub. And pollute the water, Alicia said, reaching for a bar of soap. The hot-tubs to...be used only after you take a bath. You know that. Now you just hold still. Youre filthy. The boy squirmed, but Alicia had a good hold on him and she started to soap up his back. Hold still, she said, and whacked him on the ass. The boy crossed his arms, pouting. The water fell on his head and his long hair covered his eyes. Alicia couldnt tell. Perhaps one shouldn't blame her. Before a plane crash killed him seven years ago, she was married to a man who was, in all senses of the word, perfect. Handsome, intelligent and caring, her husband had met her when she was when she was twenty-three and he was twenty-seven, and the proverbial sparks had indeed flown. Within the year they were married, and the thirteen years that followed were bright and cheerful, the source of tons of happy memories, and an adorable baby boy. She longs for the. They got into Lucien’s truck and he started driving. The windows were open and as they left town and headed down a country road the crickets and cicadas made a soothing background music. Vera felt drunk though she’d certainly burned off her beer with dancing hours ago. She licked her puffy lips and her eyes were heavy lidded as she watched Lucien driving in the dim glow of the dashboard. He had one big hand on the top of the wheel, the other elbow out the window. His long hair curled against. , She was into the BDSM thing and we made a movie one day and one of her fantasy's was to be fucked by someone we knew and not know who it was and afterwards we would play a little guessing game and she use to get turned on by doing this. Later that week I told her I was going thru the old movies and that I liked when she did that for me and asked if she would do it again , being that it was her fantasy in the first place she said yes . So I told her I would set something up and got her hyped.