Her normally curly brown hair lay in gentle waves against her gently sloping shoulders. On command, my penis became hard and created a gap between wai...tband and my stomach. I peered down to readjust and when I looked back, she was looking me dead in my eyes through the mirror. My nerve suddenly gone, I spun on my heels and tried to race back to the guest room down the hall. Before I had taken two steps, Mary's dripping hand was on my shoulder, spinning me to face her. “Why are you staring in my. “But you don’t know any better. I guess, I’m stuck with you making this obvious fucking mistake.”“Fuck you!”“I’ll forgive that one,” Sasha said. “Frieda, I--”The light ahead of them turned red and the car slowed to a stop. Frieda bolted out the car door before the wheels stopped turning.“Goddammit! Frieda!” Sasha shouted after her daughter. Frieda’s door hung open as the eighteen year old ran off. Sasha hated that she was right, there was no door slammed in her face.Wendy tried folding her. You spread a little shaving cream, just a small amount on me, and wet the razor, shaving the light stubble away. You dip your hand back into my pussy and pump your fingers in and out of me several times, then pull back and spread more shaving cream on me. Again, a few quick swipes, and you reach and pinch my clit. My body jumps and I groan. Again and again you repeat, sometimes rubbing, sometimes pumping, sometimes pinching….alternating…I don’t know what to expect each time you finish a few. . it allowed me to easily slide my hand up inside that dress of hers too! I was just in the middle of fingering that deliciously wet split of hers when dinner arrived. I started to remove my hand when I felt Dana's hand placing itself on top of mine, holding it there as the waiter placed our dinners before us. To me, I think it was pretty fucking obvious where my hand was, which I was fairly certain the waiter took notice of, especially when he smiled almost knocking over one of the wine.