I remembered in the past when I played with myself I would shoot my load up and onto my chest. She would reach over and touch my nipples or lick them ...s I continued to stroke myself. This time she just placed a hand on my inner thigh and begin to stroke it softly. As I maintained my movements I could feel her tongue and lips on my nipple as she begin to suck and gently bite the one closest to her. I smiled at having successfully broken the ice. I almost came then and there, but held back. I. I was unable to resist tenderly caressing her navel as my hand reached the curve down to her pussy. She was sleeping with her knees slightly raised so I had to press a little firmly, but it was easy for my large hand to prise her thigh to one side and slip onto the puffy folds of her womanhood.I was shocked and delighted to find that she was shaved completely smooth! The sexy little minx!My fingertips found the central slit between her labia and homed onto it as if they had been dying of thirst. She looked around, suddenly panicked, but she was lucky. Nobody had taken notice the two of them. George, the owner, was just handing out the change to the only other customer.She continued her shopping on shaky legs. She did buy the cucumber, though. *At quarter past twelve, the doorbell rang. Helen, still carrying a tight knot of worry in her belly, let Miranda in, who marched straight through into the kitchen and set a plastic bag on the counter, then pulled Helen into a hug. Miranda was. I will speak to your aunt and parents later, you just go from here”It was like a bucket of ice water – I lost my erection and was almost on the verge of tears. In panic I told her that it was not my fault and the door was ajar and hence the reflection in the mirror and ….blah. I was crying by the time I finished. She was one smart women – she replied that is fine but what about the proof I can see – what was that in your pants? You were touching it and doing what? I did not know what to respond.