Bill didn't know where to start, so he started at the top. He rubbed the bar of soap. over her neck and shoulders, raising a thick lather. Then he turned her around to do het back; he was saving the best parts for later. Her back was smooth and delicate. As he ran his hands over the skin, his prick, still hard, poked her soft ass. When he had scrubbed her from shoulders to waist, he turned her around so she was facing him again. The idea of washing those protruding fits made his cock even harder and the knob blew up like a balloon.

Bill began by rubbing her chest above the boobs and then, slowly, rubbed his way down to them. The hardness of her upper chest changed to softness as his hands descended to the cushioned tits. The jellied masses quivered and slipped around under his slippery hands. As he passed the bar from one tit to the other, her breasts were soon covered with white foam. Bill put the soap down and rubbed the swaying jugs with his bare hands. He lifted them and massaged7 the undersides of the heavy mounds, then let them slip from his palms and take their natural position on her chest where they quivered for a second before coming to rest again.

The nipples were soft, so Bill put his fingertips on them and held them firmly, twisting slightly. The pink flesh gathered into tight, puckered knobs right in his grip. Her tits took on a slightly different shape as the skin was drawn to the puckering nipples.

Bill continued down her belly. He skimmed the bar of soap over the area between her slightly sagging tits and the top of her beaver. With his index finger, he cleaned out her belly button. Before getting into the really good part, he washed her long, slender arms.