Crissy dallied, waiting for Allison to leave. And when she was alone, she grabbed the soap between her hands and worked up a heavy lather. Then she let herself sink back against the warm tile wall of the circular shower bay. Slowly she brought both hands up from her hips to sliding them up side by side up her slick body, over the ribcage and onto her firmly jutting breasts. She palmed her breasts, moving them around in slow circles, then held herself with clenched fingers, pumping her soft t**s, luxuriating in the warmth of that solo pleasure she so much enjoyed.
She absently plucked at a n****e, pulled a bit, rubbed the tiny nubbin between thumb and forefinger, stretching out the elastic flesh of her left tittie. She kept fingering that breast even as her other soapy hand had dropped low
