<strong>New Orleans {Alex and Kate}</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">My lips curve in a smile, as I set the small bowl of shampoo on the bath table, right beside the shining silver colt. Reaching down to lift the hem of the chemise up slowly revealing my skin and shape for Kate to see. I know I have a fair skin, barely a hint of tan even after all those days in the desert, porcelain they called it with a healthy peach tone. It is clear I am a natural blonde from the tiny patch of pubic hair, and that I take pains to keep myself trimmed. I know I am a bit vane, my stomach flat and toned, as I lift the chemise. I have full breasts, large on my slim frame, round and uplifted by the hard pink nipples. With a wiggle I pull the silk past my hair letting the hair fall free. Tossing the chemise on top of Kate’s cloths, I lift myself up and over into the bath, letting Kate see me naked, save for the golden chain at my neck, a beautiful gold cat’s head ring on my right middle finger and, strange to her I am sure, the silver ring around my left middle toe.<br/><br/>Settling myself down between Kate’s thighs I pull a wash cloth from the table and some scented soap. <em>“Relax Kate I am sure it’s been some time since you had a real bath. Let me help.”</em><br/><br/>This close I can see the tiny lines of hardship by the eye patch Kate wears. I know what that can be like.<em> “Yes Kate I am stronger for what happened to me as are you. What we have had done to us, forged us both. That is in the past. Let’s concern ourselves with the now”</em><br/><br/>I slide forward a bit as my hands begin washing over her body. My nipples grazing against her own and send a pleasure along my body and concentrates between my thighs.</span>