‘The shower woke me up, so I thought I’d join you.’ ‘I was going to finish my shower, then head down to your room to get your things and bring...them back up here so you’d have them when you got up. But, since you’re here in the shower with me, care to wash my back?’ ‘Is that all I get to wash?’ He pulls me into his arms. ‘You can wash anything you like.’ And with that, I take the washcloth from him and start washing him, from head to toe, neglecting nothing. Each time I run the washcloth around. She immediately started moaning and I knew they were moans of pure pleasure. Quicker than I had expected, she was up on her knees and pressing her ass back into me, meeting my hips. I reached around her and placed two fingers around her clit, moving it side to side as she liked to do to her herself. "Oh GOD that's it! That's it! Fuck my ass!" she cried.I was still trying to be gentle with her when she became insistent and started to shove herself into me harder and harder. Now I just relaxed. You were telling me you want to do a little bit of light hooking for your man down there in Hollywood?" Yeah, I want to please him and make some money ,too. I've always been slutty, Ida, but I didn't used to have a name for it. After that thing with mom...' She looked at Roger and Woody. "I fucked my mom when I was fifteen, okay? I don't want to explain all of that right now, but it really happened. Ever since, I've been kind of a little super slut. The funkier the sex, or the more humiliating. He grinned, "Hell, a man could take one of them showers every day. They could by god get to be habit forming," he told himself and gave a little chuckle.He walked bare footed back to the room and removed the trousers. Though he was still damp, Harley donned the underwear and then finished dressing. He looked into the cracked mirror over the sink in the room and combed his shaggy black hair with his fingers. He decided he better get a haircut and a comb. He already came to the conclusion his.