We finally satisfied our immediate urges enough to move on to actually getting clean. We passed on washcloths, instead soaping up our hands and rubbin...g them all over each other. The smoothness of her breasts as I soaped them was heavenly. Her nipples were erect as they slid through my fingers and Patrice moaned as I pulled on them. She, meanwhile, was enjoying soaping up my chest. I pulled Patrice to me roughly, her body melding to mine as her breath left her in a rush. She smiled up at me as I. His strong, firm hands cupped my boobs through my bra, teasing the soft mounds of cleavage as his cock squashed into my bum cheeks. He was more turned on than he had ever been before. A girl knows when a guy wants his cock inside her pussy and I knew that’s what he wanted. He actually snarled as his lips pressed into my neck. He wasn’t just turned on, he was like a super-charged sex machine as he began to unclip my bra. As the white satin fell away he squished my boobs, rolling my nipples. Using only my hands I worked it in, in a sensual way. The slippery nature of the soap made it fun to play with my breasts. Gathering them in my hands from underneath, squeezing them, pinching the hard nipples and lifting the ends by pulling on them. This made Jon stop occasionally while brushing his teeth. I acted like this was something I did in every shower, glancing his way in a casual sort of way occasionally, but obviously intent on myself. The lather flowed from my chest down the contours. We all had become very close over the years and she promised to stay in touch. She held me even longer this time when I walked her to her car. The next morning we had the rental truck loaded and said goodbye again to Dee and hit the road. For the first hour Barbra said little, only directions on where to go and by the time we passed Buffalo it had started to snow. Soon Barbra’s phone rang, it was Dee asking where we were, she then told Barbra we needed to get off the highway .She then hung up.