It was actually my dream to kiss her pussy. I was not really able to control myself when I saw her lovely pussy. There was little pubic hair but still... I was able to see the shining pussy lips. They were really like rose petals, so soft and so delicate. I felt like they were like ‘touch me not plant leaves’ that close themselves when touched.I also felt like they might go into her body with my touching and licking. I started licking her beautiful cunt and telling, “Oh beautiful pussy, Oh soft. And they did tell you how I felt."I sighed, "I wish I still had it. I threw it away. For a split second throwing it away helped. But I read it at least twice, and scanned some of the phrases a dozen times." I paused, and thought, "You don't think Susan corrupted it do you?" No. I'll swear it was all my own words. I checked it very carefully before I signed it and I put it in the envelope and put a stamp on it myself. Every word was from my heart, I promise."I shrugged, "Then you have some very. I dipped the scissors in the hot water, so it wouldn’t feel too cold against her skin, but she spasm a little anyway as the metal brushed her labia. To make Christina hold still, I slung my arm around her small tight ass and held her steady. Starting at the top of her black bush, I cut a swatch from corner to corner so I could be sure to see her now passion-swollen love lips. The clipping really got Christina juicing, and I watched her pink lips turn red with excitement. As I continued. That would come in the morning. ###### At 5:15 a.m., Christie awoke as she always did no matter how little sleep she’d had. Her bathing suit was still damp, but she pulled it on anyway and quickly braided her hair. Before she left for the pool, she paused by her son’s bed to watch him sleep for a moment. He had grown very handsome, she thought. He wasn’t the standard American idea of male beauty, but she thought him beautiful none the less. His face could almost be Anglo but wasn’t quite, his.