“I doubt she could keep up with you, my little fuckbunny. Also, I think I’m partial to shaved pussy. She didn’t look like a shaver.”Kelly’s ...augh dissolved into an infectious giggle. “In the showers, she was so proud of her body and her golden yellow bush, not brown or black like the other blondes’. No way she’d shave it, but she might braid it!” She started laughing so hard she couldn’t speak most of the way home.Kelly’s laughter had subsided to a couple of snickers by the time they pulled. We got all suited up and headed out for the cave.As we approached the cave the horses started snorting and acting spooky again. We dismounted and the horses bolted and ran off so it looked like we would be on foot. As we entered the mouth of the cave all three of us got that tingly feeling. We proceeded in spite of our apprehensive feelings until we made it to the door. At the door I again heard what sounded like voices in the distance coming through the door. My curiosity over powered my. And, just to keep a nice contrast, she was to let the hair on her head keep growing out until Labor Day. After that, she could negotiate a new hairstyle with her husband if she wished.Marcia wanted to cry. What right did Mark have to dictate such things to her? And what made her hair, whether on her head or her pussy, any of her husband's business?She asked herself how Mark could possibly know if she shaved her crotch or not. But she knew that he would know somehow and, if she didn't do what he. My gaping pussy dripping cum down the front of the ice machine. My bush, his bush both soaked with our juice. We smile at each other and kiss a few times. Feeling awkward, I knell down to pick up my ice bucket as he fills his. He tells me thanks and that he needs to get back to his room walks out the door. I fill my ice bucket and then walk back to my room. I sit on the bed thinking about what had just happened. I look down at my pussy, still soaked with his cum, my cum, and I guess some of my.