Covered in foam and lather, I started to slowly jack her off and she she moaned in pleasure. I was about to put more soap on her when she turned aroun... and let the water wash the soap from her front. “Sweetie, wash my bottom too.” Soaping up, I rubbed my hands along her cheeks and down her crack. I repeated the process again a little slower, rubbing my fingers in the flesh of her buttocks. She arched her back and bent forward a bit, rinsing her hair and saying, “My anus. Don’t forget to clean. While she showers on I creep into one of the two rear rooms. An unmade three quarter bed is on the wall opposite the window. On the floor is a discarded pair of PJ bottoms with a t-shirt hanging off of the bed. Resting a hand on the bed, I find it warm; Tracy’s room. The shower ends. My heart rate is through the roof!Hiding behind her door, I hear her leave the bathroom. The footsteps, as expected comes towards Tracy’s room. The hood is ready. She moves towards the window, her naked body. He pulls out abruptly. Spreading my cheeks, his tongue goes to work lubing up my ass. His fingers probing, massaging and teasing my dirtiest secret."Good girls don't do this sort of thing." I whispered.He told me once I was his lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets. The guilt I carried was learned from a good catholic upbringing. I shouldn't like this sort of thing. But I did..."Do you want it?" this time he's muffled. Blowing a steady breath across my saliva soaked backdoor. The. Her brush strokes make her wobble and the top opens a little more, those delicious titties underneath, are bare just like I was under my shorts. My dick stretched forward against my fly, as once again I’m looking instead of painting. I compose myself and in another hour we finished the box.“Let’s leave that to dry, now we can play a little.” Finally down to business. She stands up and so do I, she moves close in about a foot away, next she pulls the zipper completely down, slips her.