She then slid her hand up my thing and down the inside of them and was gently brushing her fingers along my little pussy. I was really enjoying this a...d I spread my legs a little more and moved down on the sofa, on my back and with my legs slightly raised. She then moved her lips down from my mouth, along my neck and down to my tiny little tits and she started sucking the right one while playing with my pussy with her fingers. She moved down from there, along my stomach, licked my belly button. I think I needed to work on my tan anyway and I’d rather do it naturally than faking and baking. Panties were out of the question as it will only get in the way in case Jen and I felt frisky with each other. Nearly fifteen minutes later I received a text message from Jen. She was downstairs waiting. I grabbed my purse and cell phone and locked my apartment door after me. She parked right outside the electronic glass doors so I didn’t have that far to walk. I noticed how she was eyeing me even. It was just a big circular wooden cedar tub with removable seating and twelve water jets. The whole thing was enclosed in a circular pergola with glass windows and louvers from about four foot to ceiling height. There was enough room around the tub to walk or have a small table there for drinks. The pitched roof was done in Copper and as it aged would match the graying cedar. It looked big until I thought how much time I sent outside now and how much use it would get all year round. The outside. She had almost no memory of her mother, what she did know was what the nuns had said. ‘She was burned for the practice of witchcraft.’ She heard two nuns talking about it. ‘Surprised she had time to be one of the devils brides, with all of the whoring she did.’ It was only when Captain Steven Blitzen came down to the upper slave deck that she finally spoke. She recognized the man. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled. Her first word in fifteen years was a simple one. ‘Home!’ The girl next to her.