Crap! I looked like I’d fought a battle with a dirt monster and lost. My thinning hair was greasy and matted, my white T-shirt had become a dingy shade of gray, and a week's worth of stubble did nothing to improve my juicy appearance. I removed my socks, dropped my trousers and slid out of my jockey shorts before I added my shirt and T-shirt to the pile of dirty clothes at my feet. "Should I wash babe them or burn 'em?" I pointed to the floor. "Neither. We should bury them in the garden. We're always in need of fertilizer," the driver with rust-brown hair suggested with a laugh. Seraina’s daughter dashed across the room to the showers and turned on the entire bank and vanished behind clouds of billowing steam. A few moments later, a naked StarShine emerged from the fog. "Come on!" she shouted with glee as she beckoned us to join her. Our two rescue drivers exchanged glances, whispered a few words to each other, disrobed and entered the rising mist. A hot shower after a long freezing day riding snowmobiles was too tempting an offer to pass up. Many hands make light work, and Seraina and I took turns scrubbing the grime off each other's bodies while Darlene and StarShine helped the best they could. I can't begin to describe the delightful arousal and absolute pleasure of their soft hands and hot soapy water washing away enough dirt and grime to start a small garden. Alas, despite the growth, there was no harvest. I might as well rejoice in the moment and pray for a late frost. Ahhh! To be warm and clean once again. Heaven is real. Bath time over, there was a minor problem with clean clothes. I would be damned if I was going to be naked while being debriefed by Sheila and the Society. Darlene was a mind reader. She made a quick exit and returned a few minutes later with my razor, a pair of cargo amateur pants and a lumberjack-style red and black flannel shirt, along with a fresh change of socks and underwear. I smiled to myself when I noted she had thoughtfully included a pack of hand-rolled cigarettes, Bic lighter, and a toothbrush. Seraina fared better than I had shower in the clothing department. A fresh change of clothing provided by StarShine sat ready and sexy waiting. Mr. Savage was watching the screen amateur with a smile. The vision of me fucking Becky in the ass while that vibrator buzzed in her wet pussy was fixed in my brain. He had to believe it did. My juicy cock thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. Emily rolled her babe eyes to the heavens. “Let’s go, I’m hungry,” I say getting into the car. Her eyes told me I knew what I had to do as she handed me my phone. “Oh, booga booga. It was cold. Not very So I was in a fine mood when I got home that night. sexy He shower could hear her gag and smiled, looking down into those eyes that were borderline fear and borderline desire.