I have a bit of a fetish about female underarm hair that I tried to impose on Mom early in our own relationship but she allowed a little outgrowth be...ore shaving it off. It made her feel unclean and unnatural she told me. At least she allowed me to shave her pits when the moment came. Angela's pits were paradise to someone with such a fetish as myself. I twisted several longer strands out into braids. Angela continued holding firmly onto my cock, rubbing the tip against the swollen lips of. "Don't ever take Viagra," she says as she begins to stroke me slowly. "You'd be a force of nature."I want to give her a smart-ass reply, but somehow my thought processes are disintegrating under her firm and gentle caress. Instead, I grab another handful of taut butt and lean in for another kiss. Our tongues meet once again, swirling around each other, and she sucks in my lower lip to give it a playful bite. Soon, we have worked up plenty of steam again, and she lets out a sigh as I run my hand. She carried her bowl over to the bar and sat down to watch some TV. Scanning through the TiVo-ed selections from the night before, she found an old episode of ‘Buffy’ and settled in. She was half-way through her health-conscious Raisin Bran, when the doorbell rang. Without thinking, she went to the door, still dressed in her pajamas—a medium sized pink t-shirt advertising an old YMCA camp and a pair of pink boxer shorts. Assuming that the late-morning visitor was either the UPS man or a. She is very smart, wild and I share everything with her. Today she insisted me to bring her to you”. Mehra was quite happy to hear my indications. While talking I pressed Roma’s boobs and also smooched her in front of him. Roma did respond well without shy.Then the drink came. Roma took two pegs of Vodka and started talking wild. I smooched her and pressed her boobs in front of Mehra and also indicated him by guiding his hand and placing on Roma’s right boob. Initially he was hesitant as a.