Kelly’s thong allowed Alexis some access to trim the blonde pubes but not enough. Kelly agreed to remove her thong to allow Alexis to do the job cor...ectly. Alexis giggled when she noticed how damp Kelly’s thong was and Kelly was surprised when Alexis commented on the sweet musky scent as well as the dampness.The combination of the buzz from the electric trimmer, the coolness of the steel comb, and the occasional brushing of Alexis’ fingers near Kelly’s vagina was enough where Kelly’s wetness. I couldn't wait to get home and just bask in the sun and do as little as possible. I stripped out of my shoes and the basic white socks, enjoying the feeling of the grass and dirt on my bare soles. I still wore my plaid skirt and white blouse. For some odd reason, I felt compelled to cut through the woods to get home. Little did I know the trouble I was in for.There was a path that cut through the woods, strewed with pine needles and dead leaves. They clung to my bare feet as I made my way. She hurried out of the bar and disappeared around the corner. The rest of the bar had been watching the whole thing but quickly looked away when I glanced in their direction. The bartender seemed to be extremely occupied with a row of glasses that needed polishing and made no eye contact.I was just about to leave when I heard a female voice laughing behind me."The great Dean Simonds gets rejected! I never thought I would live to see that day!" the voice said.Spinning around on my heel, my head. As Ronni was putting the sheath around Batman’s swelled manhood, I pulled up my dress, whipped off my thong and handed it to him. There it was for him, my wet, shaved cunt, his for the taking if he wanted it. He sniffed my thong and hung it around his neck.And he took me. He pulled me up by my arms and sat me on the wide arm of the sofa and I leaned back. The angle was right and he lifted me slightly and moved my dress up above my ass at the back. He was in position so I grabbed his cock and.