My washing becomes more of a caress and to your delight, I start playing with my breasts.Your hand is rubbing your cock through your pants before I ev...n realize it you even doing it.My other hand slides down my belly and disappears under the water.You can tell by my reaction when it finds what it is looking for.As you watch me masturbate, you pull your cock out and begin to stroke it as well. You see me getting hotter and hotter.You close your eyes for a moment and let your imagination have its. She stopped playing with herself, her conscious spoke up.Wait! What was she doing? It said, She'd had a nice dream, now get over it demanded. Mandy took her fingers out of her pussy, letting out a little sigh as she did. She rolled over onto her chest, her fine breasts flattened against the mattress, she relaxed. She tried thinking about what she had to do today, trying to block out the images of her son's hard dick, but again she couldn't stop herself. She pushed her hand underneath herself. She is my age, tall, very tall, about 1,80m, black long hair, slim, but stronger in her tighs, and has big boobs. All in all, a great looking girl, cause she is beautifull aswell.Well, she got married early, at 22 I think, to a local thug (half a wise guy), who I also known, maybe drunk a beer or two with him in my entire life.So, I grew up, moved out of my parents house, to the other part of Belgrade, and our paths almost never crossed again.Until last weekend. My wife was out with her. My clothes were still on, though I suspected not for long. I twisted my arms and legs, trying to loosen the knots. The bathroom door opened and I saw him, his mouth open slightly in a grin. He had taken off his jacket and shirt, his muscles cast shadows over his chest, but now was not the time to be admiring his physique. He sauntered over and sat on the bed next to me. I tried to shift away from him, but his hand grabbed my leg. He ran his hand up and under my dress, I wanted you to be awake.