Here he became more detailed as he circled the protruding globes until finally he dipped inside to the valley between each mooned half and soaped and lathered me to the point of near organism as he played with the puckered little hole. Then upward he went, up the small of my back to the slenderness of my arms, my shoulders, and my neck. Now it was time for the final wash, the place I made him miss. Now it was time he learned to service his mother correctly. Turning back around I found him in the same position he was in when I first presented my back to him. This...