"Jane?" I questioned."Yes. I'm not used to alcohol." It sounds like you're not used to it. Are you OK?" I managed to askwithout laughing. How many ...times I'd been there when I was younger."Sort of. Sore head, sore throat and sore body, but I'll manage. I justwanted to let you know that I meant what I said about giving you any helpto ward off the wicked witch of marketing." Thank you, Jane. I must admit that I thought it was alcohol speaking andthat you wouldn't remember anything this. "Boys!" chuckled Gwen. "So what women brought you here today Tony?" Gwen asked with a sweet smile."Ah yes, I do believe West-Central rumor mill has been in overdrive today," he replied. "You're fishing for something Gwen," he continued in a sing-gong voice. "Come on out and ask it." OK, well let's just say that rumors do say that a certain girl has gotten her claws into West-Central's most eligible perpetual bachelor, a certain cute little red-headed girl perhaps."Tony started to laugh almost. She pulled out the washcloth and lathered it up again, only to use it tocleanse my breasts. Damn! You wouldn't believe how good it feels to havesomeone else wash your boobies.I was slipping lower and lower into the tub, while she was washing me."You are going to drown if I don't scoot your butt up a little Dearie,"she exclaimed as she stuck her hand in my crotch and pushed me into amore upright position.God it is weird having some girl's hand slip inside between your pussylips. It feels weird. We moaned. She put her knees on the couch, her ass open before me. Lick me, she said, lick me here. She pointed at her asshole. I giggled and said I’ve never licked anyone’s ass before. She asked me if I wanted to ... and I did, I really did. I licked her asshole, I licked her pussy. I was wierd but I enjoyed it a lot. She smelled nice and tasted nice too. She told me she loved me. I told her I loved her too. I fingered her pussy, lick her everywhere until she came. Then she did the same to me..