She is just hoping Julie doesn’t mind that she isn’t totally shaven (at that time she has a light covering of hair over her plump mound), when Jul...e strokes her hand over it.“I love your fuzzy little pussy, Poppy,” she murmurs. Poppy’s labia, normally tightly folded over her vulva, are puffy and wet with arousal, and the older woman leans over and begins to kiss and suck them into her mouth, at the same time allowing her tongue to push inside the tight hole of Poppy’s vaginal passage. The. I mumbled a "no" but she could now clearly see I was uncomfortable and staring at her bushy armpits. She looked at me and then at her bushy underarms as she raised it and put her hand in the fluffy hair. "Why are you staring at my bushy armpits haven't you seen one before" I looked away embarrassed. She caught hold of me and made me look at her "is the hair in my armpits turning you on. Do you like bushy armpits"? Ashen faced I nodded. She took me in her arms and said "Poor boy" and tousled my. I just knew he was fucking her now. My head flooded with stolen views from the past of her fucking him, riding his cock to her orgasm(s). She loves being on top, his cock the perfect fit and length to get her off. Riding is something her and I just don’t do anymore. My prick doesn’t do what Mark’s can, something she’s admitted more recently. That Thursday morning, the last time we had sex I offered her the position of being on top. My wife politely declined. Slapping sounds of fucking. "No matter what I get up tothis evening, my sweet Jessica, know this," he paused, "when we leavetonight, we're driving back to my house, where I hope you will spend theentire night, and if either of us has any energy left, I will make loveto you like you have never been made love to. You are a treasure to me,Jessica. I hope you know that."I reached over and lightly ran my fingers over his crotch, where hisrock hard cock was obvious and probably stifled somewhat in the confinesof his.