’ I took her wrist to start on her hand. ‘I found you.’ She hiked the sleeves of her PJs, so I washed her arms to her elbows. Then her feet and...legs, to her knees. That was the end of the line, as much as I could do. Before I could leave or say anything, she stopped me with a statement. ‘Help me, please.’ She unbuttoned her top, and leaned forward for me to pull off her sleeves. Silently, she hugged her knees so I could wash her bare back. Peeking out from under the shoulder vest that. Suddenly her body shuddered and her legs flexing in the air. “OOOOOOMMMMGGGGGG YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS” Reaching with her hand she rubbed her clit and the other hand was massaging her breast, looking up at me with a wicked smile. But because I hadn’t come yet I picked her up off the couch and laid her down on the floor, she was looking at me puzzled. “What you doing Ash?” “You’ll see think you’ll enjoy it too.” With that she lifted her legs up in the air ready for me to plant my cock into her pussy. I. was waiting for me as we pulled out of the soccer grounds, though at least he was aiming to keep his distance. He knew Ma was with me and would expect us to head home -- the back seat certainly smelled like there were three sweaty soccer players sitting there who needed a shower and the blanket covering the seat was not merely cosmetic.I drove at the speed limit both to satisfy Ma and to keep in view of my tail. I spotted another two cars who were trailing him, only obvious because I was. I had to settle for the Baggage Claim Area. Those people working for the Transportation Security Administration have no sense of humor. I guess at eight dollars an hour, they can't afford one. Then again, the other passengers were treated to quite a show, right there in front of the carousel; the knock-out brunette and blonde hugging and kissing like something right out of a Vivid video.It was going to be our place that night, not her studio in Lakeview; I wouldn't take "no" for an answer. She.