"Eleven? Oh my God! I was twenty-three, my husband Tom taught me. Eleven!!! I never would have believed it!" Suddenly she turned around and took the towel from the larger woman.
They didn't talk for a moment, each was lost in her own thoughts as Grace dried and rubbed Sandra's silky skin. Finally the little blonde made a little sound and moved close so that she couldn't be seen. "Can I ask you a very, very personal question. It's okay if you say no." The strange little tone in the other's voice was intriguing.
"Sure, ask away." The hands were rubbing the towel up and down her round buttocks as the blonde spoke.
"Terry and Danny told me that they've... well, they said they f****d you here." A small finger slipped up between the cheeks and touched her anus gently, then quickly pulled free
