Are you getting cold, darling? Uh-huh, the boy said. If you get cold, let me know and well turn the water back on. Ricky just sighed, nodding. Alicia ...lid her soapy hands up and down the boys slim belly. She caressed his flanks, slipping her fingers under his arms again. He hadnt a hair in his armpits. He hadnt a hair on his balls or on his groin. Her hands moved down, working soap onto his lower back, onto his ass. As her fingers slid into the crevice between his asscheeks, he caught his. . . Oh, what a pity it shall be,though, for me to have to search for another like it for my collection.I doubt if I should ever find another one just like it the rest of mylife."This time he did leave, and leave for good, for by the time I got outside the tavern to try and stop him, he had completely vanished.___-----___I went home to my cabin, which I shared with my friend, brother, andfellow woodsman and hunter, Arn."Evening Mick," my brother greeted me with a wave as he sat at one endof the. White droplets were splattered all over Simone's bed and then againstthe upright at the bottom of the bed. Dorie Lou studied the scattereddroplets and followed the splatter pattern while Simone lay panting incontented surprise. "Gosh, it's like a, - a, - garden sprinkler! It's gone everywhere! Lookat this! Some of it's reached the floor, - and the curtain; look!"Dorie Lou displayed the shiny droplets on the curtain but Simone wasotherwise concerned with the delightful sensations that she had. She went down on Cynthia and stuck out her tongue and tasted her sexy employer’s pussy. “Oh…ohhhhhh my God,” she called out as if this never happened before. “Oh uhhh Grace oh Grace!” Grace kept on licking as if she required it. Maybe Cynthia tasted good but who knows. This was sex and we all know…sex is usually good, right? Well these women were madly going at each other. If it wasn’t one hand, it was their mouth. If it wasn’t their mouth it was their hands. If it wasn’t that it was one.