I felt his fingers slide into my wet slit, pulling my pussy lips and stretching them for the next stroke of the razor. He tugged and shook one side i... his grasp. “Aren’t you the wet one,” he said more than asked. As he spread my lips, I could feel the cool air hit my swollen clit. I felt my hole clinch as if to draw his fingers inside, but he just continued his task, pulling and spreading every crease to the relentless sc****, sc****, sc**** of the razor. I wanted so much to move. To push. I could hardly wait to get in from workevery night to see her and I would always take the last fewflights of stairs to our apartment at a run. I loved her,she loved me, and we were deliriously happy together. Thathappiness was taken away in an instant one year ago by adrunk driver. We were childhood sweethearts, but we hadbeen married less than two years when she died.I was utterly devastated and almost inconsolable. My familyrallied round - Mom, Dad, and my brother Brian - but thoughthey were. As I went down the hallway the expectation and the nervous anticipation built up in me. However as I came to the door I was not expecting the sight that was to greet me. There he was on all fours ass in the air but wearing a used jockstrap, his large veiny cock was extended and hard travel-ling down his left leg held in place by the pouch of his jockstrap and in his ass was a purple vibrator humming away. Fuck but the most incredible thing was the mirror over the head of the bed he was looking. " The butch female pointed towards the back wall, where a matching specimen was waving and pulling on a set of curtains that apparently closed around the booth."No, thank you," stammered Dawn. The other woman's grip tightened and she seemed amused by Dawn's confusion and her lack of response."Back off, Delaney," came another voice. Dawn looked to see someone she assumed was one of the female bouncers standing by them, her arms folded under her breasts. It surprised Dawn that the woman, although.