Like most gymnasts that trained from a young age, she was a late bloomer, with little baby fat. Her hips were still narrow, and her waist was curved e...ough to show that she was female, but not voluptuous or sexy. Michelle did have one saving grace - years of gymnastics had given her a firm little bottom, and very nicely toned legs.She had a glance down at her vagina. Like many late-blooming gymnasts, Michelle developed slowly. Even at 14, she was yet to have her period, and she only had traces. His moaning seems to be what fills her cunt so she retracts her toothbrush and used it again like a long, hard finger to flagellate her clit. As his hand pumps his cock, his legs begin to tremble. He reaches out his left hand and places it on top of her head to steady himself. She raises herself up to give him tension and then begins to bob slightly in time with all their ministrations. ‘Okay, honey… yea, yea,’ he gasps, tightly grasping himself to let the pressure build. As if squeezing. Twenty-five minutes later I was hairless, and rinsed off. They then handed in some shampoo, and finally a scented conditioner. This I was used to, but the conditioner was the expensive stuff that really made my hair softer. I toweled off in the shower, and they informed me I needed to rub lotion all over my body. As before, I did the front, and they did the back. I had never felt my skin so smooth. I really wanted some privacy after they finished my back, and they chuckled and said I had five. She had sucked him off but she knew men who were devoted to their wives, but wouldn't know back a quickie if the opportunity arose. However, this husband was different; he would seize that opportunity and couldn't give a stuff about his wife. When she asked about his late nights, mainly to put her observations to the test, he gave a very basic explanation. He explained that he had worked shift most of his life and going to bed late was just part of it and besides my wife and me don't have any.