" Ginny said hesitantly as she scooted back into the corner of the sofa and propped a foot on the cushion, allowing her legs to part so that Ron had a...very clear view of her snatch, "try to pay attention to what I’m saying, but watch what I’m doing, too." Ron’s eyebrows disappeared completely under his fringe.Ginny then gave Ron a thoroughly agonizing lesson on where exactly to find a woman’s clit, showing him explicitly how she could stroke it and manipulate it with the flat of her fingertips. He is pushing his fingers in me. I open my legs so his fingers can feel how wet he makes me feel. He pulls down my white panties so he can feel my wetness.I pull out my fingers and he licks my sweet juices off of them. I let out a moan as his finger flicks over my clitoris.“I want more.” I tell him. He tells me. “Come sit on my hard throbbing penis. Sit there until I shoot my hot warm sticky cream into your snow white cunt.”His cock feels good as he slides deep inside me. So wet is my wanting. From my initial introductions, that seemed to be by far the color of choice, at least some shade of blonde. I stood out as the only pure brunette. Her bikini bottoms were at least as low cut as mine, she had no hint of stretch marks. Her boobs were about my size, and although hard to tell from her top, did not seem to exhibit the telltale signs of sagging I had learned to detect.We were really having a good time. She had gone for our third glass of wine, which I was very judiciously sipping. I. I just shook my head wondering how we were going to get all the paint out of their hair."Grandpa, do you have any turpentine I can use to help us get the paint off? Don't worry I can see the look of shock on your faces and I know what I am doing. Mom taught me how to clean hair and other parts to get the paint off. I promise you both I will have the girls completely clean of any paint in a little while if you let me. When we're done, I want you both to see what we did in the bedroom." Ok,.