She sat on the empty chair, put the bowl of water on her husband’s lap, handed him the shaving cream and razor, and then sat back, scooting her butt...to the edge of the chair, and spreading her legs wide ... like only a cheerleader can spread her legs.“I want to see what it looks like when there’s no hair down there,” she said, sweetly.“You want me to shave your pussy?” squeaked Jeff.“Somebody,” she looked over at Bobby, “told me I might look good with a shaved pussy.”Jeff was sweating now. He. ‘I fantasised about you watching and masturbating as she licked my very erect nipples. Then she licked the insides of my thighs before she teased and edged my clit with the tip of her tongue. I must have cum six times before I did exactly the same to her as she kept repeating, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt. You know I love an exciting commentary as an extra turn on. And that was exciting, very exciting as she counted the orgasms I gave her with my tongue. I made a point of getting her off seven. I was embarrassed that I had trouble unhooking the clasp, like a schoolboy trying to open his first bra. The task was made more difficult by the fact that my eyes kept wondering towards the massive bulge in his slacks rather than the belt I was trying to open. Finally successful, my curious digits moved to unclip the button of his pants before grabbing his zipper. The significance of the moment hit me and I glanced upwards to seek assurance. Gazing down upon me with wide-eyed wonder, Tom moved. His thrusts speeded up as his climax approached, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. Then he withdrew and I wanted him back, oh how I wanted him back. And yet the face that presses between my thighs feels smooth and soft, like a woman’s. It’s the tongue that did the damage though, as it slid around and along my cunt, I simply didn’t care any more. And as the tip of it just rests on my clit I feel like I’m going to explode. I moved against it, pushing downwards, begging it with my body to bring me.