..i wanted to see her pussy maybe this one had more to look at ...i wasnt wrong...she just said slowly very slowly....i pulled them down and to my ast...nishment she had wispy brown hair around her fanny.....it was so strange....I had never seen a naked grown up before....she lifted her bum so i could pull them all the way off...she said to leave her stockings on ...i started to touch her body all over...slipping my finger up and down the crack of her pussy...she parted her legs and i could feel. Sylvia saw it and understood that a part of me was already considering what was being asked. There needed to be a lot of conditions and understanding. Discussions and translations became more energized and soon not only the people, but me, understood that I might be able to try. The discussion covered safety for me and assistance from the lead women. I wasn’t really thinking that my participation would be critical but more symbolic. That would be proven wrong.It was further decided that Sylvia. The fastenings were at the front - Dennis, breast-obsessed pervert and love of her life, had begged her to get herself a front-loader this time - but she still had to take her shirt and the ruined bra right off to see the full extent of the damage. The hooks had pulled out of the material completely. How could that have happened? How could a bra have given up the ghost in such a dramatic manner? Had it shrunk?There was a simple answer to that one. Her entire wardrobe of bras, shirts, blouses. She was covered from head to toe in a black zentai spandex catsuit. The only parts of her body exposed by the tight fitting item of clothing were her nostrils and mouth. Over the top of that, she was wearing gleaming knee-high boots with impossibly high heels, also black.Kevin watched in fascination as she put on the finishing touch, her rubber hood. Like the spandex layer beneath it, the rubber hood had tiny little holes for her to breath through. Its only other feature was the large hole.