<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong><br/><br/>Just the sight of Pearl washing herself was enough to reignite the desire within Dean. Once her hands were caressing his body, lathering him up, scrubbing the oil away, his member began to slowly harden again. He kissed back gently, tongue tracing her lower lip, uncertain of its path.<br/><br/>She seemed to be able to see the doubt in his eyes of her honesty, and he could see in her own eyes hurt and vulnerability. He didn't know how to respond, truth told. He opened his mouth to speak, stuttered a bit, and just shut it. He looked to her hands, then down over her body once more. The book came to his mind again, all the information on how to please a woman flooding his mind. Maybe it was time to put some of that into practice?<br/><br/>His hand moved between her thighs, a finger sliding between her lips, upwards, seeking out her clitoris. It seemed more evasive than he realized, not standing out to his touch quite as obviously as he had expected to be, and his finger ended up sliding and tugging about her upper lips a moment before he finally found it. He started simple, sliding his finger side to side, looking to her face to see any pleasure she might feel.<br/><br/>Under the flowing water across his body, his own cock began to grow thick once more, long and hovering in the air, dripping with the warm water from the shower.