Some wear nothing under their skirts and dance with legs apart, deliberately allowing the skirts to ride up over their hips in a blatantly erotic disp...ay of sexuality. These are the ones I really love to explore as unseen, I slither up between their heaving thighs and nestle just below the glistening pink wetness of their cunts.I breathe in the heady aromas I find there and wallow in the juices as they occasionally drip onto me, arousing me, inflaming my lust.My other being senses my lust and. Had she done it to herself?Thoughts raced through her mind one after another. It was possible that she had. She had done it before in extreme moments of frustration but never like this. She had never gone to this extreme even in her wildest moments of desire. Could her own hands have probed so deep into her stomach and left this hot wet pool that seemed lodged there now? Could they have made her gush forth so many times in climax to soak the bed beneath her the way it was now? It had to be.. Main bola ek kam karo mum se hi puch lo to usne kaha nahi me use surprise dena chahti hu ab tum he meri madad karo mene kaha thik he, ek kam karo pehle sari ko kamar pe lappet lo didi boli wo hi to kar rahi hu per thik se bethti hi nahi to main bola mumy kaise pahen ti he, didi : wo pahle niche salwar pahenti he uski wajah se sari ko grip achi milti heMain : to tum bhi pahen loDidi : mere pas salwar nahi me naya salwar lena hi bhul gayiMain : to ab kya kareDidi : chalo ek bar fir se try karte. "Can you pass me my razor? It's in the little pink bag." I thought you weren't going to shave your legs? They felt great," I said, immediately wincing at the way that had come out. There was a long pause before she answered, and I suffered every second. I passed her the razor through the side of the curtain."I thought I'd shave my... my pussy." Trying to sound as casual as she could."Wow! Really?" I said before I could think, clamping my hand over my mouth as if I could have stopped the words.