Yawning lazily, she skinned out of her shorts and crossed to the dresser to find a fresh pair of undies, but the reflection of her nakedness stopped h...r. The hair on her mound wasn't anywhere near as thick as the red curls of the woman in the pictures. In fact, Billie could easily see the little crevice of her cunt through the fine, light-colored fluff. Would a man really want to kiss a girl there? she wondered. Maybe he had just done it for the picture... maybe no one acted like that in real. She is a corker. The first time I saw her was the morning her Dad came to get me to take care of the mare. Like Betty told ya, we went straight into the barn to help her. She was in a REAL bad way. A few more minutes and she would've probably died. Her AND the colts. I didn't even have time to put on my gloves. I reached in 'till I felt the forelegs and started pulling as hard as I could, and finally got it partly out, then Pete grabbed the legs and gave her a hand, then the second one came out. “I guess we’ll have to take two cars,” Dan suggested.“It’ll be more fun squeezing all of us into Vicky’s Hummer,” Karen mentioned.“The Hummer it is,” Dan smiled.Vicky drove with Brad in the middle and Karen in the passenger seat just like last Sunday. Diane sat behind Vicky with Cathy between her and Dan. He smiled, having a good view down her deep cleavage, and she patted his left knee.With no seating room remaining, Brenda sat on Dan’s lap and put her left arm over his shoulder for support,. Bree threw an arm around my neck and slicked her wet hair back. She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles at the base of my spine. She looked up at me and we kissed.I kissed her neck and bare shoulders. I was aching for her. I kissed her exposed cleavage. Bree took my chin and guided my lips back to her.“Do you want to see them?” she asked.She knew I was obsessed with her tits. I’d never come close to seeing them. All I could do was nod.Bree released her grip on me and swam.