We lay there chatting and relaxing for a good 15 minutes or more. It was not sexual at all at that point. After resting we got on with the washing. My... wife went first, she stood up soaped up and then rinsed down with the shower head. She then got out the bath a I stood up to do the same. As I was soaping up my wife grabbed my limp cock and balls. “Make sure you wash these well” she laughed as she started to rub the soap over them. I smiled and continued soaping up my body. I pushed my wife's. After a brief session of washing up and changing into a warm outfit, the girl was off. She stuffed an iPhone 5 into the pocket of her skinny jeans, loosely wrapped a pink scarf around her neck, and, without delay, pinned a nametag to the front of her sweater.Before leaving her bedroom, she quickly scanned herself in the mirror. In big, brass letters, her name, 'Ivy T.' was marked across the bright tag. A moment of thought appeared, and then Ivy was rushing to her drawer to search for a brush to. I'm 25 years old and I live in Atlanta. I work for a company that has offices in many cities around the country. About four times a year, they send me to a few of them to make certain that the computer systems are working correctly. This time, I had to go to Kansas City and instead of the usual one week, I was going to be there for almost two. That meant that I had a weekend to kill. All I really did Friday night was think about my girlfriend back home, Stephanie.Stephanie is 24, stands about. The tub was right up against the wall to my bedroom and I could see right down into it. I watched as she toyed with her nipples. Then she let her legs fall apart and began soaping her pussy. She spent a long time doing this and kept opening and closing her legs and I could hear her whimpering a little. I didn't realize at the time what she was doing as I never knew girls masturbated too. When I shared my secret with some friends later, they explained it to me. I think they were quite jealous,.