Jasmine broke off the kiss, half-closed one eye and stared at Will’s boots. “I can tell those boots are hurting your feet, would you like help sli...ping them off?” When she bent to help remove Will’s boots, the bra suddenly seemed to have a wardrobe failure. It became obvious it was intentional when Will saw the untied laces dangling freely at her sides. “I think we can both get a lot more comfortable now.” Jasmine popped the snap buttons on Will’s western shirt and had it off before he could. Don't move, I'll go get something to wash you off. Just hold still, I'll be right back. Then I can measure your hips and you will be ready to go," she said as she headed for the door. He laid his head back down, closed his eyes, to wait for her return. He imagined her bringing back a wet, warm washcloth and washing his cock. He could feel her hand lift his cock to wash around it, wash the shaft, and wash his balls. She might even wash his ass. Now, he hoped her juice had dripped that far. He. ” I jumped up from the bed to his surprise, and walked naked to the bathroom door. Smiling, I looked back over my bare shoulder, “Want to join me…”, and then headed into the bathroom. Greg was in the shower with me as the water began to warm. Our wet bodies molded together and I could feel is stiffening cock against my bottom. His hands were on my breasts and we pushed into each other. Turning, I kissed him passionately and rubbed myself against him. He then slid his fingers inside my wet. Her hair was too long and not long enough, while her bottom was out of proportion to her chest, which was smaller than the average thirteen year old girl’s bust. She was simply a bunch of unmatched spare parts, cobbled together into a seventeen year old woman.That said, the picture of her fully engaged in lesbian love with a truly tiny girl, and being completely dominated by the little thing, was endearing, or adorable, or intriguing, or just plain hot.Take your pick.For whatever reason, I.