As her fingers get to work I let out a low, throaty moan. I lick the water droplets from her breasts while getting to work, rubbing at her lower folds and carefully probing her sex with my fingers, occasionally brushing past or pressing against her clit. My other hand remains engaged, still not entering her back door, still just playing - rubbing and stimulating.<br/><br/>It may have started as an exercise in cleanliness, but now there's no doubt about the intentions, as I start to squirm, enjoying her touch, and trying to return the feelings to her quim.