She was also wearing a tiny, red and white polka dot bikini that I'd never seen before, and her hair had been done up like Frieda's. What little there...was of her bikini bottom was pulled up into a camel toe in front that revealed the lips of her engorged pussy. Marge was also wearing four-inch black heels, and she was so flushed she looked like she was in heat. She looked up and saw me standing there gawking and waved me over. "Hi Honey!" she said innocently, and I wondered what they'd been up. As like any strangers chat, it was like routine chat, sharing likes dislikes, hobbies, interests and so on.Slowly we started sharing about personal things like when was the last sex encounter, what position, whats favorite position, boobs and butt size and all those things. Then, we started sharing our kids photo and at last she agreed to share her photo. She was good homely looking tamil housewife with good assets. 34 – 30 – 34. Chubby face with long hair. By seeing her photo, I felt like we. Touching your feverishly hot body with the ice. I trace the ice cube all over your skin and trail it down to your pussy. I slowly push it inside your pussy, you gasp and cry out as the coldness penetrates that very sensitive area. You are struggling as I push another ice cube in, I slowly push a couple more in, the ice cools the inflamed sides of your pussy after the stretching it just had from the vibrator. I slowly begin kissing over your body, stopping to lick some of your juices from around. He kissed her thighs gently as she recovered, and then moved up her naked body slowly. She looked into his eyes as he moved between her weakened legs, and he held her gaze. ‘You are so beautiful, and you just tasted so good. I hoped that you would be bare, and I liked that.’ ‘What made you think about that?’ Lauren giggled, and he shrugged. ‘We share a shower and I saw all your magic potions. I wondered from time to time if you were.’ ‘Why did you keep so quiet about all of this?’ Lauren asked.