It became immediately obvious that this particular fetish was strictly taboo for her and she would have nothing to do with it.I was on an extended tri... in Queensland and staying in a caravan park north of Brisbane. I was online on an adult baby supplies website, ordering some nappies when I noticed on the website that the owner of the business was “…happy to assist in changing a wet nappy if help was required” My eyes bugged out of my head! The site had a chat facility so I jumped on and made. What really surprised me was that Katherine was equally bare. Her pussy was not shaved, but neatly trimmed, her large clit was visibly swollen and her lips were puffy under their light covering of hair. I was resisting, with every fiber of my being, the urge to plunge my tongue into those lovely sights and lick them both dry because they were as wet as my own cock was hard."I think he has found our surprise," Katherine said with a smirk, looking at me."Took him long enough," Jean said. The two. "Why didn't you tell that to your teacher?" Kristen asked."I'm not sure," I admitted. "My idea of a musician is difficult to imagine, Kristen. If you're with me, then it's easy." I'll be with you, Jim."I looked at the seriousness in Kristen's eyes. "I know you will. Would you really like to live a musician's life?"Kristen shrugged. "I'd be a musician's wife. It's not the same." No," I said, shaking my head. "You misunderstood me. Would you like to live a musician's life?" Me? A musician?". I pull her tight against my body, still rocking my hips back and forth, My thigh slips between hers. I change the rocking of my hips to making a wide circle, pressing my cock against her mound. Her head falls back, her passion-laden eyes staring up at my face. I lower my head to brush soft kisses over her lips. Her head follows mine when I pull away, trying to capture my lips. It's all about the tease. The music changes, getting more aggressive. Our tempo picks up with the change in music. Our.