She heard the hiss of the shaving foam and then felt the light chillness as it was squirted all over. She managed to calm herself enough to stay absol...tely still as Wendy started work with the razor. Her pubic bush was so thick it needed two applications and a second razor before it was gone enough to please Miss Pritchard. Then it got worse as her pussy lips were tugged and pulled this way and that to give access to the razor. Wendy was thorough and kept stroking her pussy, presumably checking. He took about 15 minutes to cum. He finished and asked if I was going to available later that night and I told him i hoped not because wanted allot more men to show. He walked out and I watched from my window as he walked to his car and I heard my neighbor ask if he a good time. He just looked at her and got in his car and driver away. I stepped out again and asked her if she was enjoying herself. She responded with yes and intrigued by my bi side. I told her she was welcome to walk in anytime. It was his fault for not telling her that he fancied Tony. It appeared he hadn’t put all of his insecurities behind him either.He should have realised she could read him like a book by now. She knew his eyes were straying over the last couple of weeks but hadn’t worked out that they were looking at the same arse that she was admiring. It would have served them both right if Tony had told them to piss-off.However, he felt he had done the right thing bringing the three of them together. When Tony. Vibrations in the air. I think someone is playing a cello. A string of some kind, anyway. Stringed instrument, I mean. Ugh. Words are hard even in my mind. I can hear water boiling, and what seem very much like the sounds of pleasure – a supposition supported by the smell of sex. My vision is clearing, and I can see figures which are clearly people. I try to stand, but my sense of equilibrium is compromised.Oh. It’s a party. Obviously. Those lights are lava lamps and string lights. The haze is.