She rubbed her hands together quickly, forming the lather in her hands. She then rubbed her hands up and down Jenny's arms, covering them with the sho...wer gel. "Turn around, honey." Jacky said.Jenny turned around and Jacky began to rub the shower gel into the soft skin of her back. She made sure to spread the gel over every square inch of her back before reaching her ass. She gathered as much of the lather onto her hand as possible and began to slide her hand up and down the crack of Jenny's. I don’t think he believed me. But if he did he didn’t care. He told me to fuck off. We had a few more words, and then he asked me to come a little closer, like he wanted to say something private maybe,” he said.“Okay and?” she said.“He spit in my face,” he said.“He did what!” she said. “What did you do?”“I spit in his face! And I felt good doing it,” he said.‘What the hell!” she said. “And that’s your definition of kid gloves.”“I had to do it, and, I guess so did he. Abigail, it was matter of. My heart was racing like a pro, but I screwed up my courage and leaned across the kitchen table. I cupped her cheeks with both hands, brought her face closer, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. I started to draw back, worried I had fucked everything up, but she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth hard against mine. I could feel her tongue starting to push between my lips, but just then we heard sounds in the hall, and Megan’s little brother Chris walked in. Seeing. Though they’d done this many times, Kate couldn’t help but feel embarrassingly exposed under Brett’s spotlight of a glance. She pushed that thought to the back of her mind, though, when Brett took one of his favorite positions: comfortably situated between her thighs. ‘You’re so wet,’ Brett murmured, pressing his lips against the deliciously moist silken fabric at the apex of her thighs. Kate murmured in agreement as he worked his tongue against her clit through the now drenched screen of her.