Cool it a minute, Scott.
From Torg Adventure
"Can I wash you?" you ask Amy and Jill. The two nude women have just finished a gentle scrub-down of your body under the lava-lined waterfall shower in Jill's room, the L-769 Wailua Falls Suite.
Jill laughs and looks at Amy. The tall, freckled coed shrugs and looks back at your hostess, golden-tanned with a tighter, more health-club version of her daughter Lynn's soft hourglass curves. Amy has her long red hair pulled up and back to keep it out of the splashes, while Jill's short blonde hair needs no special attention.
Amy snickers and looks at you. "I was thinking we'd give you a little more time to recharge, tiger," Ellen's roommate says. "Given what a man's job you've done on Lynn and her mom. On her mom's ass, as we all heard."
You force out a smile. "Thanks," you say, hoping Amy's teasing is good-natured.
Jill nods and smiles to acknowledge your service to her and her daughter. "Thank you, Scott," she says. "Why don't you relax for a few minutes while Amy and I wash each other." Amy nods to Jill. Jill continues. "Maybe Lynn will be interested in lending her ass to part two of your plan."
The last you'd seen of Lynn, she was on her back on the bed outside, opening her legs for her boyfriend Sean with Ellen close by to help out.
You had told Jill and Lynn, 'Asses. I want your asses.' but now that Ellen is back in the picture, you can't get her out of your mind. As long as another girl isn't touching you anyway. Amy and Jill have started washing each other's bodies. Amy has a little shimmy in her hips that makes you feel like she wants to join the rolling sex party soon. Maybe with you? What an irony if you score with every other girl and Ellen eludes you.
Amy bends down to pick up a bar of coconut soap, pointing her butt straight at you. One of womanhood's best angles, you'd have to say. Amy's butt is a ripe, heavy peach. Her cleft shows plump outer labia lightly threaded with red hair and a hint at her pink inner folds. Amy's anal rosette is a loosely clenched circle of ridged pink skin.
That does it, you're fully erect again now, wishing Amy would just stay bent over so you could stare at her rear face. But she rises and starts soaping up Jill's breasts.
Outside the bathroom, in the rest of the Wailua Falls Suite, you hear the rising voice of a woman reaching orgasm. Lynn? Ellen? You're not sure.
Your eyes dart between the door and the sexy sight of two women washing each other's nude bodies under a waterfall shower.
Will you stay or will you go?
