Your hand slides inbetween my crack and making sure the bubbles are doing there job. On down my legs, the lather on your hands..caressing me gently. ...I turn around and begin to lather your chest and arms. Mmm how I love to feel your muscular arms. Nice and strong to hold me with. I begin to work the lather to your tummy and to your very soft cock. rub the soapy all over you and making special attenton to your sack. As we rinse each other off, i bend down to take your cock inside my mouth.. . well, I more or less gave up.Lily was there to support me and keep me company, and by the time she hit high school, so were her friends. I would be amazed that anyone could have so many—I’m a confirmed introvert, though many people find that hard to believe—except that her mother was the same way. The group changed somewhat over the years, but the same seven girls were always at the center: Lily, Abby Daniels, Bailey Rivers, Isabella Moncada, Jessica Wolff, Meaghan Byrne, and Scarlett Kerr.. It soon became a bit of an escape for me to visit Michele. At first, we would meet at a local restaurant or bar, but eventually, I would just come over her house. It started with swapping complaints about life, love and what ever bugged us that week or day. Often, I would work late into the evening and then stop by. Michele was home a lot, mostly due to being fed up with men and dating. Starting off into her forties, she was more about quality time with loved ones than she was about. "We only have two days left, do you think I can get off the ranch now or do I need to wait?" I asked."You may go, I don't see any reason for you to need to stay any longer," she said."Ladies, how would you like to go for a trip? We can go scouting in the chopper," I said.Everyone thought it was a great idea so I found Mike and told him we were going to take the chopper scouting for animals and if we found enough we would be calling for help. He said that would be fine, just let him know how.