Then back to your front. You know where I'm going next and you open your stance to allow me in. More soap, then I slide the sponge between your legs, ...ushing up slightly, making contact with that lovely shaven pussy that has given me so much pleasure. Wanting so much to return it all, and more. Backwards and forwards I move the sponge, bubbles everywhere. You move the direction of the spray head so the water cascades down your front, washing the soap away. Then I see it, your clit poking out, I. Going back to the flashback, I remember the day, where I had talked to this girl over face book via unknown friend (which I really don’t remember). We had good talks, and we started talking with each other on a daily note. Then days passed, and we started talking a bit dirty over the phone, which I really enjoyed, and that helped me a lot (I hope you guys can understand why). Then a day came, when I was about to leave for my home town and I was really excited to meet her in person.Finally, the. Maybe a stiff spanking, though? Hmmm. She chose a simple, white bra, which was a size smaller than her 32FF boobs and pushed them into a cleavage that no man alive could resist. Over this, she pulled her vest from earlier. Next, she investigated her panties. She’d dried them with her hair-dryer after the wash. As she’d hoped, the cold wash had cleaned them, but not done much to shift the stains from her filthy behaviour, so whilst superficially they looked white, a quick examination revealed. "Jim heard you say this was your drink and I wanted to thank you somehow for all you did for him." (Little did she know all I did for Jim) "Oh hell, you didn't have to do that." I said as I took the bottle from her and ushered her into my place. "By the way my name is Sally and I am tickled to death Jim was able to graduate. He never would have made it without your help. He and his classmates are away on a long celebration weekend. They sure worked hard enough for it." Sally is to be kind, fat..