Then I started focusing on the rest of my body. First I built up the suds, then I ran my hands over my body as the water washed it away. With the grim... all gone, I started to work the muscles of my legs. Initially, I kneaded my way down my quads, then lifting each leg I worked my calves. Turning around, I let the hot water hit my lower back. This part was my guilty pleasure. Reaching down, I worked my thumbs into my hamstrings and up over my glutes. I lost myself in the feeling, working even. "The second floor? Then you must carry me!" Oh, there will be a way, he thought and smiled to himself. He opened the door and let her in, turned on the light and closed the door behind them. Jenny made big eyes when she entered the hall. She had never been in such a stately house before. She stood still for a moment and looked around. Spencer followed her gaze. Paintings of Spencer's ancestors from up to several hundred years ago were hanging on the walls. "Originally we were called. “Come in,” I say sarcastically. People bursting into my hotel room uninvited is becoming a trend this morning. Leslie shoots me a look. “Shut up, bitch,” she says. I stand up slowly, the bitch in me waking up at her words. Even without shoes, my 5’8” frame towers over Leslie, who is more petite. She glares at me. “How long have you been fucking my husband?” “I fucked your ex-husband for the first time on top of your divorce papers, as a matter of fact,” I smirk at her, hands on my hips, daring. The smaller girl lifted up her face and closed her eyes as Amanda pressed her lips on hers. All their anxieties melted away. Both girls felt an electrifying thrill pass through each other's lips into their bodies. They pressed harder as if they were kissing each other with their entire beings. They were instantly intoxicated by their passion for one another. Their arms instinctively wrapped around each other. Their hands began to roam over the other's body. They were eager to be as they.