Before I can finish my thought she interrupts. 'Vanessa! please don't tell me is a virbator? she ask looking at me while placing another g**** in her ...mouth( seriously of all the things she could of said why she brought this up)without skipping a beat i respond with "no those are my field of expertise it is not a virbator" i say pointing at her while she look obvious for a split second trying to figure out what the hell did i just say and did i really said that (yes yes i did)"FAST FORWARD lets. She takes a handful of lather and starts to massage it into my pubes, her hand slipping under my balls and around my dick, which is getting harder by the minute. She picks up the soap and washes my back, then down my sides and legs, her hand brushing against my balls every now and then. I feel her breath of the back of my neck as she reaches round me, her breasts slippery against my back, "my turn" she whispers in my ear.I turn around and look her up and down, her breasts glossy from the water,. I don't often get many compliments on my perfume." I'm thinking to myself that any man who didn't notice was an idiot.We walked and talked to her breaker box where she held my flashlight for me while I checked it. "Looks fine ma'am". As I closed the box my right hand grazed her full breast and I couldn't help notice her nipple was very hard. "Oh, excuse me ma'am, I didn't mean to bump you". She looked at me and tenderly smiled, reached out and took my hand and softly said, "If you don't stop. I cannot think. I have no thought of stopping him; I amtotally his, owned by his mouth, his hand and his wallet. Slowly hishand moves forward between my legs. Any moment he will throw me out, orhit me, or something, as has happened before and as every other gurl hasexperienced. I can feel his fingers touching, squeezing, exploring:clearly he is puzzled. After all the superglue is holding well."It seems that you are full of surprises, young lady"He is not hitting me, he is smiling."I am sure you.