‘Time to move to our secret places,’ she said. Bending me over, she lathered up my vulva and began probing into me, knowing that there was no clay...there to be removed. I began mewling , and had to lean against the shower wall, but she insisted that she could still see bits of clay inside. When my knees begin to weaken, she took the telephone shower in her hand, turned the adjustment to power wash and began to blast the soap off. Of course, the way my clit was being battered by the harsh spray,. With a better look at her face, I was now sure she was a t-girl. We flirted with our eyes for a few moments. I could feel the heat building between us.I pushed my chair away from the table so she could get a better look at my body. My cock was hard, and a I stroked it a few times through my slacks. She smiled and pushed back from her table. She let her jacket fall open, and I could see that she had a slim, cute body. She looked around, and once she was sure that no one was watching, rubbed her. Not even skipping a beat she opened the bottle and instead of lubing up the bottle or her asshole she just squeezed lots of baby oil down her cute bubble ass letting it drip into the shampoo bottle and her ass, she kept moving her hips in circles feeling the bottle trying to open her up and she felt the baby oil drip down her ass, she loved the feeling every time she circled her asshole on the bottle and felt it opening her a little more but no real progress of getting it inside her, she was on. It was kind of weird that with how good Liz and she knew each other she had never spent a single minute in this house without clothes on since Nate or other friends were usually there as well or just gone for a short time.Now she sat on one of the kitchen stools and noticed she would have to clean it when she got back up, enjoyed the coffee revitalizing her spirits as much as the slight shiver from the cold air on her naked skin.Nate sat down opposite to her and smiled wrily. “This has to be.