Don and I were assigned the duties of trimming the pussy hairs as close as possible with the small scissors. I noticed Don was delighted to perform th... task and really got his "nose" right in the middle of things in order to assure a good job.I worked on Kristy first and made sure my fingers poked and prodded her delightful pussy lips in a manner that made her eyes visibly softer and caused her to pant like a high strung filly fighting to get out of the gate. She looked up into my eyes and I. Sometimes I even turned down real good offers just to keep my agenda half empty and being able to have some leisure time. One day, one of my closest friends, Joe, asked me on the phone if I could make a whole set for him and his wife Jenny. They both wanted to have a professionally developed sex set. Since I had turned down two offers for the weekend I proposed to do it on Saturday afternoon. He agreed to meet up at my private studio at 2 p.m. He was very happy about it. The next Saturday I. I sat down on the bed just as the boat bounced profusely, knocking me on my back onto the bed. We must have hit a swell for the boat was in a rolling type action and the bed just shook more as the boat made splashing sounds. I laughed as I tried to get my balance and he fell over on me causing his drink to spill on my belly. I saw the fat old bastard lick his fat lips as he was inches from my nipples that were slipping out from my top. “You’re really hot,” He told me, touching my. I’d assumed it was an unresolved infatuation on her part; that it would burn out, so I tried my best not to take it too seriously.But, whatever it started as, it became something else. I just wasn’t sure what it was.I couldn’t call it love, and neither would she – we were both too wary, maybe too broken, to admit to something as prosaic as that. We weren’t exclusive, we’d agreed to that – she was gone too often and too long; we had no schedule, no possibility of anything normal or sane. At.