Her hand slid up under the end of my short skirt; touch the sensitively ticklish part of my inner thigh. My hand moved up a little higher touching her...bald pubic area. With that she broke her stare at the menu, and gave me the tight lip look that said “What the fuck are you doing?” I just smiled still starring at the menu, I had just found what I wanted to order, and not a moment to late as I felt her hand go higher her fingers delicately touching the moist petals of my bald pussy. I closed my. “You have no idea how terrible I feel about this.” “I mean it! This isn’t funny any more!” But her will was weakening, as were her knees.“Christy, you know how much I love your thighs. I miss them so much. All these years without those Dorothy Hamill thighs. Can’t I just touch them once? Just one time? It would mean so much to me. Then I promise. I’ll stop.” “You’re so bad.” Her legs spread ever so slightly and he moved on up.He started rubbing her right thigh up and down from just. Abigail is a bit leggy, Michal a bit long-waisted, Shephatiah seemed perfectly proportioned. I shook my head to banish the thought. I didn't like the idea of comparing one wife's loveliness against another's. I also didn't like myself leering at Shephatiah's beauty. But the undersides of her breasts looked so soft and inviting. My mind wanted to dwell there, imagine me holding her there, kissing her there, suckling her there, on the tender skin under her nipples and down to her ribs. I finally. My arms were stretched out above my head, gripping the railing for dear life. We kissed again, this time I was able to return the kiss even more passionately. She began her descent down my body with her mouth, bathing me with sensual kisses. She covered my neck and throat with corporeal kisses and I moaned in appreciation. She took an incredibly long time kissing and licking her way down my arms and sucking each and every one of my fingers. My nipples were hard and aroused like two tiny.