”At least until I took soap in hand and began to wash her body by soaping every square inch of her skin and then rubbing her upper body against mine...letting the soap act as a very effective and stimulating lubricant. Her nipples were like marble as I rubbed them against my soapy chest. Jennifer was so turned on that she was actually shaking as I massaged her ass cheeks with my big soapy hands. When I slowly descended to my knees in front of her and washed her feet slowly and sensuously, then. Either Missy never wore one, or she washed them by hand and would hang them to dry inside the house. Maybe she didn't hang her brassieres outside so that he, the hired farmhand would not see what size she wore. That was the most likely scenario. For sure, he did know that she hadn't been wearing one a couple of weeks ago when he had watched her hanging clothes while wearing that revealing blouse.Leon was tempted to creep toward her window and peek in. He wanted to know if Missy was sleeping on. Oohh…stop….”, his dick was 1/3 in….he stopped…..”oh….this is….oh….”, he pulled slowly back, out, 1cm, 2cm…stopped….”oh, don’t….stop…au…jesus…”…he started to move in again. Cm by cm……”please….dont stop….oh my god….”-------------------------------------------------------I looked down on you….you looked back at me. You had a “devilish” look in your eyes…..”Soyou fantazise about me getting buttfucked…..darlin?” You stopped playing with me, looked at me…“Oh, well, yes, kind of”, I replied. Unsure if. I pulled her into my chest and for a long time we just lay there looking out at our surroundings, the water in the tub rushing against us from the jets. ————–—- Pat I hadn’t realized that the wall of the bathroom was, in fact, glass with a blind that would rise when Jake pushed the button so I could see through the windows and watch the water falling over the falls. The lighting was spectacular, and I had never seen the Falls quite like this. Living in London as I had, I had seen the Falls many.