Alma came out covered with a large towel, "You didn't help me do my back, and now this part of me is less clean." She moved her arm to scratch her backside, and her towel slipped on the floor, leaving her... nude! "Oopsy," she laughed, "What should I do now?"

My rod engorged in seconds, pushing the front of my pants and threatening to rip off my zipper.

Alma ogled my groin and grinned, "Teach, I think you need help. My backhand may not be perfect yet, but my hand and, especially my mouth, can do a decent job performing another activity. Are you interested?"

My eyes were hypnotized by...