My usual practice whenwashing his back was to have him kneel in the tub. I would lather his backand ass with soap and gently wash and massage him. As ...y hands came to hisass, I would massage the cheeks of his ass tenderly, paying close attentionto his exposed and relaxed asshole. In washing, I would playfully wash hisasshole, inserting one finger, then two, sometimes three into his hole, andwash in a fucking motion, gently, steadily, rhythmically. My washing wouldcontinue down to his balls,. Completely disoriented, she focused on the scene outside the windows: a large garage of some sort. Her door opened, and he yanked her out of the car. Then the door slammed shut, and he pressed her back against it, molding himself against her. Impatient lips and tongue ran wildly along the sensitive column of her neck and a guttural growl added to the already potent arousal of her body. His powerful arms and hands were a cage pressed against the car on either side of her. Her hands gripped his. We don’t necessarily like the music -- all that hip hop and rap tap -- but we can’t seem to do anything about it.”“Ma’am, does your husband ever beat you up?”“Yes, he gets up every morning before I do and makes the coffee.”*The judge asked, “Is your husband a nagger?”“Oh, hell no, he’s as white as you and me!”Finally, in frustration, the judge asked, “Lady, why in hell do you want a divorce?*“Oh, I don’t want a divorce,” she replied. “I’ve never wanted a divorce. My husband does. The damn fool. "Rose disappeared into an office as Lily walked down the hall, followed by Archie, who gestured for Lauren to follow. Her thoughts swimming in confusion, a blessed relief for her emotional state, Lauren stood up and followed, her stomach churning with butterflies as she walked through a strange building in her underwear.Their footsteps echoed against the tile floors and undecorated walls as Lily counted door numbers. "115, 116... Ah! 117. Sounds like she's still busy," Lily glanced at her.