"I don't see any sand or anything in your asshole, but the light's not good in here. Why don't we get out and dry off, and you can lay face down on th... bed, and spread your butt cheeks for me, and I'll give you a thorough anal examination."At that moment, I realized she had played me because though she said she couldn't reach back to clean her butthole, she was spreading her butt cheeks wide when she was bent over for me to clean her. This got me even more excited because that meant she did it. With three men in the house and only one shower, we often shared a morning shower. There wasn't anything erotic about us sharing showers; they were just expedient because there was only one shower and six of us that needed to use it every morning. The erotic aspect of my relationship with Rachel was yet to emerge. On the other hand, it was never hard to tell when Rachel was horny because her nipple grew into huge thimbles of flesh that tried to poke holes in the gossamer fabric. Her. I could get used to having her in my bed. I carefully rolled out of bed, so I wouldn't disturb her. I pulled on some shorts, and went downstairs. About an hour later, I was puttering around in the kitchen, when I heard a voice behind me. "Good morning. It is still morning, right?" I turned. Kamsy was leaning against the doorway, naked, her head tilted over. Her long hair hung over her face. I looked at the clock. "Just barely. Can I get you anything?" "Please. Some coffee? Maybe something to. She gave him a big smile. Wow. I like the service at your hotel, she said. Ill be right there. She went to the bathroom and combed out her hair and brushed her teeth. She started to get dressed and realized that he had seen everything she had last night. With a smile at the thought, she slipped on a sheer housecoat and headed for the kitchen. She was mildly surprised when she saw Bob setting at the breakfast bar with Harry. Hello pretty lady, Bob said cheerfully. Did you sleep well? Umm, she.