She smoothed it up and down, quick then slow, suds dropping off her lips as if I’d already filled her with cum. She slid the sponge around and turne... slightly, presenting her arse to me.She repositioned her foot and bent forward, spreading her arse and letting the stream of water wash away the soap. I couldn’t take it any more and started to pull my cock, which was throbbing for attention. As I did so, Rachel dropped her sponge and directed the spray from the shower head onto her pussy,. Take it easy. I may not sound like it, butthis is me ... it's me ... it's ...your sweetheart. I'm doing a voice."That was no voice. It was too high. Too feminine. Too real. She had donevocal exercises with Coleman, and, frankly, he was not good enough to pullthis off. "Bullshit. Don't hand me that bullshit. Who are you?" Lauriewent from frightened for Coleman to angry with him. How dare he allow somewoman to pick up his phone and play games with her."My, my, a daughter of a Baptist preacher. At that moment we kiss. Soft and tender at first. We then pull closer as we begin to explore each others mouths. Our hands begin roaming our bodies. You slide one hand to my ass. One of my hands slide down to your smooth legs and the other begins to explore your tits through your dress. Then as a reaction, you bring your other hand to my crotch. You begin to grip and toy with the hardening cock beneath my pants. We stop kissing and stare at each other. I take you by the hand and we leave. We. She went to glance around and found her hair was stuck to this tacky, yet sturdy stringing substance. ‘Hello?’ Lynn cried, tilted her head and listened for a reply. Hearing only a faint echo of her words in a distance. Her breathing was the only thing that broke the silence. She grunted lightly as she made a strong attempt to free one of her arms. Pulling, then jerking to no avail. The netting wobbled in a wave of motion. Lynn stopped tugging and swayed with the movement like a finger in a.