" * On the drive home Marsha and I were both quiet. I had had a lot to think about, and I guess Marsha did too. Those words Becky spoke kept repeating... in my head "...it's just better". Finally Marsha spoke, "If you go thought with this at work, does that mean I would have to be naked if I came to visit you?" "No, it'll be clothing optional," I answered. "Would you be upset if I did go naked?" she asked. "You could even be naked now," I said, "I won't be upset. "You know all I ever want is for. ”“Your face isn’t visible,” I stammered out. “No one will know it is you.”“Everyone knows we live in the same house,” she snarled. “I have had a hundred texts from friends and horny ex-boyfriends asking if it is really me.”“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think.”“You never think,” she said angrily. Then she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me downstairs. Mary, Rhea, Judy, and Beth were already in the dining room. It was Rhea’s turn to cook and she had made something red and spicy like she always. However, she didn't ask. Like most, she was afraid of the rejection.Plus, they were flatmate's and it would be awkward for them both if he refused."OK,get a grip Sofia" she thought to herself, "if you're that horny, justgo to your room and get busy with your long-handled hairbrush.". Shehadn't noticed, but she had crossed her legs and was bouncing her foot up anddown. This action caused her inner thighs to rub together, which excited hereven more. She was so lost in her day dream of dirty sex,. I sat her on the loo seat and rigged up the small bore tubing and began to clean her, We ended up with her across the bath one knee each side and I got quite wet so I hung my shirt and trousers on a radiator to dry and finally after several minutes work I could not see any more flecks of silver inside her.My Phone rang, I tried to grab it but by the time I retrieved it from my trouser pocket it was too late. I rang the number, It was my fare "Oh my planes' cancelled, I can get the next one at.