My eyes actually watered at their thoughtfulness - and his. Dermott continued washing me until I was clean, his hands gentle and caressing, even if he didn't spend too much time on my breasts or p***y. Although his erection kept nudging my hip, he was obviously holding back. Once I was clean, he stepped away from me, picked up a bar of woodsy-scented soap and swiftly washed himself. Heavens, he was beautiful. My eyes followed every movement of his hands as they skimmed over his toned physique. Finally, he rinsed and shut off the spray. Waiting right outside was a towel warmer, with enormous fluffy bath sheets. He wrapped one around each of us before picking up a smaller towel and fluffed the dampness out of my hair.
"There's a fresh toothbrush, makeup remover and your brand of face cream
