Ali was looking forward to getting Becca wet and wetter in the shower. But then that weird girl had to go and kill the mood. "Can I help you darling? Or better yet, can you help me by leaving me be. Go do something else." Ali said, grabbing Larissa with Becca and carrying her to the shower.<br/><br/>"I don't know what that cunt's deal is." Ali mentioned to Becca. "She's weird. She tried to do some satanic ritual with me once. So unless you want her to use your pubic hairs for that sick I'd tell her to bugger off."<br/><br/>Once they reached the shower, Ali sat Larissa on the stone chair built into the wall. Turning to the naked Becca, Ali smiled wickedly. "Now where were we." She mentioned lustily. her hands already beginning to trace the young Canadian's body.