I showed Brad how to dab the water off instead ofrubbing briskly. He had a lot to learn."Oh, Brie, you're nice and smooth now," Wendy exclaimed, runni...g herhands up and down Brad's legs and arms. "But we need to do the rest.Sit here." I got my pink razor and cream and proceeded to do hisarmpits then had him sit on the edge of the bathtub to sensually shavearound his cock and hole and get the rest of the stray hairs. Wendy andI applied a lovely smelling lotion to his whole body.I'll skip the. She even smells sexy, musky and flowery all at once.I feel my cock stiffen and I know it's tenting my slacks; from the glance she gives me she sees it, too. Her lips part slightly and her tongue slips out and slides back and forth.As she gets to the couch, I start to rise up into a sitting position but she puts a hand out to hold me down. The other hand is unzipping my pants. With both hands, she undoes the buckle and pulls them down, yanking my shorts down with them.My cock springs out like a. He estimated that she must be in her late 40’s or early 50’s. She had a full round ass and the most majestic tits he had ever seen. He imagined that when she was naked she looked like a Goddess. Often at night would lie awake wondering if her pussy was smooth and soft or if it was slightly hairy and worn in the way a well fucked woman’s pussy should be, he liked the thought of burrowing his tongue into her wispy folds as she came hard on his face, her bountiful tits bouncing as she crushed her. The paradox was that the immutable and supposedly hindering circumstances we found ourselves in made it impossible for us to just fuck. We could not rush headlong into an explosive, self-centred, purely bodily release that would have left us spent but emotionally apart and uninvolved. The stealth in our situation compelled us to be gentle, always tentatively listening, touching, and then responding to each other. It made our love-making a true search for mutual pleasure and fulfilment.Our.