She kept smiling as she pulled her shirt back up and parted her legs. "What do you think, Dot? Doesn't it look... cleaner?" Her voice was soft.Dorothy...s reaction wasn't what I'd expected. I had thought she would yell at Teresa, and then at Ted (whose eyes were glued to my wife's crotch again). I thought she'd make a move to leave, if not run out screaming about my wife's perversion. Instead, she remained silent as her eyes went to Teresa's hairless crotch. Ted's gaze was still riveted there, as. Nope, don’t want to be part of that crowd. Shot more than enough vids on that subject. Let’s forget about him.”We took the dogs down to the northern end of the cove, let them sample a few waves, and then headed back to our borrowed yard to rinse the salt out of their paws and legs. After a while sitting enjoying the air, Mel reminded me that, with such fair skin and a habit of covering up, she couldn’t take a whole lot of sun in one go. We went back inside the house, got ourselves some tea, and. "Read this," she ordered.Kelly handled it very carefully. As soon as she looked at it, she gasped. It was a letter written by a woman in Atlanta, Georgia, to her husband, an officer in the Confederate Army, during the Civil War. In it, she described the devastation in the city caused by Sherman's Army on its march to the sea. The letter was written in a hand so fine that the woman wrote across the narrow dimension of the paper from top to bottom.Then, instead of turning it over or using a. My legs finally gave way and I crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. Julie released her fingers but kept lapping at my pussy until I could take it no longer and pulled her to me. We sat under the water for the next ten minutes just kissing and stroking each other and eventually she pulled me to my feet, killed the water and wrapped me in a big soft towel and led me to the bedroom. We cuddled on the bed next to the still snoring Anji, continued our gentle petting and pretty soon, drifted off.