I know how women fiddled about. It won’t be perfect, your can do it yourself another time,” I told her. A minute later I was using the shaving bru...h to put foam on her pussy. Shit! She had a pretty twat and perfect for the sort of shoot I had in mind. Just a simple slit, no inner labia peeping out, no wrinkles, no blemishes. I carefully used the razor to get the hairs she had growing making sure not to leave the area looking shaved. As the piece d’ resistance, I applied baby oil to give her now. Olin was in the spa with his therapist, working his joints and 95 year-old muscles. His naked body, while still repulsive to his wife, was much more fit than most men who were almost a century old. His curvaceous Puerto Rican therapist, Rita, had been taking care of Olin for years now. She had started as a housekeeper in the days before Angela arrived, but after completing her Physical Therapy training during her off-hours, she had now become Mr. Boddiford’s personal trainer and therapist. As. I made sure that I was hitting all of those little spots that turned her on. Like the underside of her arm and the curve of her neck and how she loved both nipples sucked at the same time. I worked my kisses down her belly until I snuggled in between those thighs. She loved it when I would blow my hot breath on her clit. I slid my tongue from her butt hole all the way up to her clit. When I hit her clit she would grab my head and the waltz would begin. So many faces dances we had over the years. "This ok?" he asks. "Yes", I reply. We stand there eye to eye at an arm's distance with him gently kneading my throbbing penis. He took one more step toward me and i could feel his prick touching my thigh. "You sure?" he asks. I'm as excited as I've ever been. "Fuck yes", I reply. He grins again. I reached out and grasped his absolutely rigid dick, a good eight inches, and pulled him all the way to me under the shower. "Fuck yes", I say again. Our faces got closer and closer together.