A finger slides into the middle of my pussy lips and coats them in my juices, taking his hand back out of my shorts he places his finger in his mouth ...nd licks the wetness from them. I hear him groan in my ear as he whispers to me once again, "You taste so good." Shoving his left hand into the cold running water and holding it above my breast letting the freezing cold droplets of water run down over my nipple. He presses his now semi hard cock into my ass and grinds at the back of me, Getting. His mouth is twitching and his eyes are in the deep sleep roll. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. I slide slowly out of bed and make my way to the kitchen. I start a pot of coffee. I run my fingers through my hair. Oh my God I need a shower. I rush back to the bedroom and grab what I need. I don't want him seeing me like this. I hop into the shower and shave. Shaving is important to me. I hate having hairy legs and armpits, along with a few other places. I finish shaving and lather. Anne was squirming with arousal, sending her big hanging breasts jiggling as her body juddered. After a few minutes of being driven crazy like that Anne stood, leaned back against the bushes, thrust her pussy forward and spread her legs wide. I saw Anne’s pussy was smooth shaven, with her vagina slit gaping and her labia peeping out with arousal. Fiona moved to stand next to Anne, close enough that her cunt bush brushed against Anne’s bare thigh. She slid her fingers into Anne’s vagina slit and. "It's up to you," he said softly. "Friday?"I took a deep breath. "Okay," I said.He took out his phone. He texted. He was really fast with the texting. He took a napkin and wrote down his phone number, address, and email. His phone binged."Heather says Friday is fine. Seven o'clock?"I picked up the napkin and looked at the address. "You only live two blocks from me," I said."That's good, that way if you get drunk I can carry you home." He leaned over and spoke in my ear, his voice low and sexy..