.. " says the stylist. She returns and explains that she will cut my wife's hair out the back. I ask why as no one else is in the salon. "Your wife is...in her underwear! Sir" she exclaims " Sandra is most er … embarrassed." She is not my wife, she is my slut" I state walking to the back of the salon."Mrs Jones go to the front with the stylist to get your hair styled."I look at the dishevelled young brunette kneeling on the floor, the buttons on her blouse undone, her cotton panties around one. We had both changed and got comfortable in our new outfits, we made our way back to our photo shoot. We were both nervous at first but quickly became more comfortable. We started out just kissing each other and on each other’s tits. Slowly working our fingers down each other to our pussies. We were both so very wet. We rubbed slowly over each other’s clits while we kissed and sucked each other’s tits. She slowly slid her finger deep inside me. My pussy was sooo extremely wet I soaked her hand.. "Well thank you, but don't make that a nickname," I replied."I wouldn't dream of it," John said.Then I leaned back down and I took off his shirt. We made out with me on top of him for a minute and my boobs pressed against him. I put my arms underneath him and he put his arms around me as well. We both held each other really close for a minute as we continued to make out, then we switched to me being under him. He climbed down slowly and took off my pants slowly, exposing my underwear. Then he. Her pussy lips hung slightly from her slit that ran up to a rather large bump hidden behind a hood. Cathy was a year younger than I was but she was all women at the age of 21. She reached behind me unclasping my bra. She left it fall to the floor as her hands went under my black skirt. She pulled my panties down as I stepped from them. Cathy brought my panties up to her nose sniffing at them. Well at least you came home clean, Cathy said as she pushed me to the sofa. Cathy dropped to the floor.