Her pubic hair was as light as the hair on her head and sparse. With its soft downy texture it was like she had nothing there, which excited Dent even...more.The scent of a woman in heat wafted up as he gently parted her vaginal lips and gazed at the beautiful flower of her womanhood. Tentatively he stuck his tongue out and softly lapped the inside of her now-drenched portal. As he did her moans became louder and her hands, once gently resting on the sides of his head, now clenched his hair in a. How’s the shoulder, Tempe?” I responded and then checked on my NIS partner.“Its fine, Mike, Mrs. Bumstead,” Tempe replied.“What’s up with Tony?” Lynette asked, playing along with our scripted cover story.“I was down the hall a ways and just saw him double over into Mike’s legs,” Sammy replied as she knelt down beside Tempe and hugged our naked friend into her chest.“That’s just weird,” Mrs. Bumstead said as we watched Mr. Chidly and Nurse Randle tend to the balled up and sickly groaning. "Hmmm," she said, playing it cool, but turning just the slightest bitred."What are you looking at? You keep staring at my chest." She reallystarted to turn red now."It's not that. It's just, I never noticed that you are startingto get breasts. I guess I've never really looked before." Yeah," I said, I looked down at what of my chest I could see throughthe light material. I was actually rather proud of my new breast. Theyand the recent onset of my period meant that I was truly becoming a. After supper, she invited me to sit on the veranda with her. I figured that she would also ask the foreman to join us to act as a kind of duenna, but she didn't. That seemed almost kinda improper to me, but maybe they did things different in Wyoming. Anyway, I was glad to sit with her, especially when she had me join her in the swing. Damned ifen she didn't scoot over next to me and push her hip into mine. Man, that was awfully forward, even fer a saloon whore, and I knew she wasn't one of.