She unfastened the clip at the back of her head and brushed the day's knots and tangles from her thick blonde hair, sitting before the antique vanity ...irror on a padded stool. Her thoughts went back to the last time she and Phillip had been together, other than their daytime meetings for job-hunting. They had borrowed a car from a friend of his from school and driven up into the New York upstate hillsides. Her heart nearly missed a beat even now, thinking about the beauty and romance of it all.. .. ?! "No. Not yet. Must clean the smell off you. The lions..." he whispered harshly. He pushed the orange at my crotch. He was right again. I grabbed some of the orange and began wiping myself where I could reach. His rough caloused hands were already there. Rubbing the juicy orange into my pubic hair, between my legs. Squeezing it against my thighs. There were no sexual thoughts in either of us. Just a need to erase the smell ... overpower it with something natural.The orange pulp was. I bit my lip when I saw the lust in her eyes at the sight of the nicely trimmed landing strip above my engorged cock.She pushed me back onto the bed, and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as she stripped for me. She peeled her top off, revealing a cute black bra with pink trim, which she unhooked and let fall to the floor. Her breasts were bigger than mine with large dark nipples that contrasted against her caramel skin. She turned away from me as she shimmied her jeans down her hips,. Dorothy responded by pulling her face directly up to Emma’s and pinching her clitoris firmly. ‘If she sees sex every day at work,’ she whispered, ‘what difference does it make if she sees it at home?’ Emma couldn’t argue with that and indeed the thought of Maisie watching their lovemaking rather added more excitement to the proceedings. She enjoyed catching sight of Maisie from the corner of her eyes as Dorothy prised open her vagina and pushed as much of her tongue and some of her fingers as.