<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.redbalcony.com/media/galleries/1412/Elisha_Cuthbert_10s.jpg)</div><br/><em>Jayne McArthur - Aka: Ferra Moan</em><br/><strong>Location: Shower Room</strong><br/>With Matt<br/><br/>"I hope you like the smell of coconut, because it's all I've got." She said, lifting a finger to signal<em>-one minute-</em>as she hopped over to where she hung her netted sling bag. Jayne took a slower approach when she returned to where they were standing amidst the water, swaying her hips in that tell-tale seductive stroll, looking mostly like she had something on her mind. Could it be the excitement to have his hands rubbing her back? Or was she coming to play a practical joke, like snapping the elastic waist band of his boxer shorts.  One thing was certain; Jayne really knew how to leave someone guessing.<br/><br/>"So, Matt, do you see yourself enjoying the stay here, in this... sex palace?" She paused under a nice steady stream of warm water, reaching back to pull her ponytail out. "Here, catch!" Jayne tossed the tube of coconut wash at him. Her eyes closed as the water cascaded down her chest, and she turned and tilted her head back to get her hair nice and wet.