Again we both started to kiss each other. I asked her to spread her legs. Her pussy was amazing cleanly shaved. It was fair. I started to lick her pus...y. She couldn’t control her juices were flowing, and I was not going to leave her today. I kept licking her pussy. She caught my head and pressed it against her pussy.My tongue was deep inside. She couldn’t control it anymore. She said, “Fuck me, I am yours.” She spread her beautiful white legs so that I can access her pussy. With little lube, I. Abby got a beer from the fridge and we drank and talked for a few minutes. Then she finished and went to the trash can. When she tossed the can in her shirt lifted enough to show her bare ass. She went to bed as did I with the thought of Abby's bare ass. That was not the last of Abby's flashing. I got a shot of her beaver the next day. Another of ass, a few down blouse shots. As a matter of fact, I got to see a lot of Abby's goods and started to think it was not an accident. Well then another. “Anything I can do to help?”“Just open your mouth wide and swallow. Otherwise, my feelings will be hurt. Although I doubt I need to worry about that. I’m a great chef. It’s my second best skill,” she added with a wink.I sat down at the table and watched as Lauren set aside our portions and came to the table with two steaming plates of casserole. She leaned down over my shoulder and placed mine in front of me, her petite chest pressing against my shoulder. “Enjoy,” she whispered in my ear. She. Nobody had called me by my full name in ages. “Such a beautiful, sweet, elegant name.” I tried to lean forward, to capture her lips with mine, but she escaped my clumsy attempt. Instead, she hooked her index finger in the neckline of shirt and gave me just a tiny pull forward. It was enough make me lose my balance, and I stumbled and fell to my knees. But that was what she had planned all along. With a quick gesture, her dress was brushed off her shoulders and fell to the floor, exposing a.