He was told to then come toher door.Peter nodded and got into the shower. He washed himself like normallydid before he lathered up his legs. He had vi...tually no hair beyond hislegs, underarms, scalp and eyebrows. Peter ran the razor along his legand felt sick as he saw the mat of hair on the blade that he had to washoff. He felt that he was destroying his own masculinity with every dragof the blade. When he finished and stared down at his smooth legs, Peterrealized how effeminate they really. Then he got on his knees and looked at me; with a smile on his face he started running his cockhead along her wet slit, smearing her juices over his glans before positioning it at her tight entrance and starting to press into her. Ana then screamed, saying it felt so thick and hard.He pushed even deeper and my wife yelled it was hurting her.Then I removed the blindfold and she saw Mike between her thighs. She had an evil look in her eyes, as she watched that black dick pushing more inside her. Once again we swapped positions, Johns cock needed no coaxing this time he was still fully erect and he eased it back into Angels pussy. John laid down in between her legs they pressed up against one another in the classic missionary position. Angel wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to fuck her again. He started at a slower pace this time grinding his big cock in her. She pulled his head down and began kissing him again. As his pace increased he raised up away from her so he could. She covered her marvelous bosom with her arms. I slowly lowered her arms and got totally absorbed looking at her voluptuous breasts. They were tight, round and well shaped. The blouse she had worn was barely able to hold her beautiful melons. The edges of her breasts were bursting out as if wanting to be touched, pressed and squeezed. I slowly looked down to her waist via her milky white tummy. Her waist was amazing as if some sculpture took ages to get those angles. The belly was neither flat.