Once I was in the room and the door was closed, they both dropped their shorts and showed me their freshly shaved beavers.Oh Lord.I waved them off, ge...turing for them to pull their shorts up.“Okay, if you are sure no more bugs exist down there, have you checked for head lice too?”They did that thing.“Okay, that needs to happen. One should check the other. Use a comb from the bag and make sure the teeth drag along the scalp, okay? Look real close to see if you can find anything moving.”Both of. She wanted to be fucked. Her pussy was dripping and throbbing. Her hand traveled down to the member she wanted buried deep inside of her. Nate groaned as her hand closed around him. “Oh baby. I want you so bad. I want to feel your mouth around me. Please baby,” Nate said pleadingly. He was shocked at Emily’s response. “I’d love to, under one condition.” “What baby? Anything. I want you so badly.” “Please promise me you will be gentle. It’s my first time and I’m not sure what to do. Please tell. " He swam to the side and quickly pulled himself from the water. Sally tossed a towel to him, from a restrained distance of ten feet. He was looking at each woman as they laughed at him.I looked at Amy laughing and said, "Another pair for Don and I to test," causing Sue and Sally to quickly look toward Amy. Her nipples were prominent under the top she wore. Her breasts were smaller than Sally's however larger than Sue's. A slight blush came over her face as she realized we three were staring at. The two butches appeared pretty similar to me. That's probably some politically incorrect femme thought, I guess. Its hard for me to tell powerfully built women in matching leather pants and jackets apart. At least Ivey was blonde and Jo Beth was brunette. I had the feeling that in bed, assuming that we used one, they would be even harder to identify.While the butches tended to their machines I struck up a conversation with Sally May. She was slender and in her late teens. She had a hill accent.