”“Oh, that was neat,” Mary giggled, pulling her feet up and hugging her arms around her knees.“It may have been fortunate at the time, but whe... I was laid off from the Met in 1937, my compensation, according to the time I had left until my Police and state pension kicked in, was a couple of years short, so I had to get a print out of my birth certificate from Somerset House, that’s where all the registers are kept for the country.”“Oh, I think that information is kept in each State capital in. This was the 1980’s and nearly all women had hairy pussies back then. I remember looking around at all these women with their hairy pussys, all slighly different in colour and in thickness. I also looked in amazement at their breasts, some small, some bigger, and then the women who had really big breasts, and also their nipples were all different types and sizes. I remember my auntie saying stop staring, but the women did’nt care, most of them were mums and they were’nt bothered. it was more. Gene slid his hand into her panties and started to finger her but Debbie backed away and said, ... "That's enough for tonight." Gene looked disappointed but Debbie said, "Gene, sharing has been our fantasy for a long time, there will be other nights, Frank and I need to have some time to ourselves to make sure we're both okay with what just happened."I think she could tell from the tent and wet spot on my jeans that everything was A-okay with me. She moved back to my side and we stood arm and. She had never gone past that. Chelsea looked up at me, tears forming in the corner of her eyes and I could see the makeup starting to move on her face. “I even put on the cheap mascara so you can see what you do to me, see the mess you make when you fuck your wife’s face. Now man up and own your dirty little slut wife,” she said with a smile. I looked down at her with a wicked grin. I took her beautiful head in my hands and as she turned to take my cock again, I let her hit the back of her.