I started my actions and started playing with her legs and proceeded toward her inner thighs while rubbing her clitoris occasionally.I must admit here...that rubbing a married woman with her acceptance in a dimly lit bar in public was giving a different level of excitement for both of us. I wanted to relish this experience and get that slut of her from within.I could see the desperation in my friend’s wife’s eyes for me to take command over her. I could sense the wetness in her panties and I was. Kriss stood before me in only a cute pair of little pink panties. Her hands were across her chest, covering her tits. Ronnie kneeled in front of her and started pushing her panties down. What Kriss lacked in tits she made up for in pubic hair. It was trimmed but you could tell that it had the capacity of being a thick bush. "Isn't she perfect daddy?" asked Ronnie as she twirled her friend around. Kriss looked at me and then down at the ground. "Honey, she's just beautiful" I said as looked her. "That's real, isn't it? You're really a constable?" It's real and I am a constable." Kennedy couldn't stop her grimace. "I protect the petting zoo." My real father is a man with a very long memory," the girl said, "one of his favorite stories is the time the rabbit attacked President Jimmy Carter."Kennedy laughed. "I'll have to ask about that one, because I've never heard it. Did the Secret Service protect the President?" My father said they were in a rowboat and rapidly retreated."The girl. He ran the water in the tub and soaked for nearly an hour. His thoughts were peaceful and erotic as he soaped his body and shaved his legs and scrotum and then trimmed around his penis, leaving a heart shaped patch of pubic hair. Then he removed all of the growth under his arms. When done, he towelled himself dry and found his body was satiny smooth. The patch of silky dark hair between his legs was like an ominous target. He reached down behind his legs and pulled his penis back through his.