I pointed my chin to the ceiling and allowed her to shave the delicate skin there. She was very gentle.Finally, she stood up, lathered her hands again... and re-lathered my face. Taking the other razor, she faced me squarely and stepped around, straddling me as I sat on the kitchen chair. She sat on my lap, and I thought that I might have died and gone to heaven.She leaned in and kissed me delicately, avoiding the soapy lather. “Much better,” she said, pressing her pussy against my crotch. I saw. She got to be pretty good at it. In fact, I'm thinking I might get her involved in phone sex. Anyone out there got any suggestions about how to get her started?--- Last Thursday, John brought a van full of guys up from Elkhart to spend some time with my wife. Three of them were in their late twenties, two were in their forties and then there was John. John was nearly sixty and was the one who introduced all of us to each other. I haven't said a lot yet about my friend John. John had taken an MA. She was so beautiful.Vicki practically screamed as Mark brought her to a climax - which shookme out of my dreamlike gazing at her naked body. When Mark was done, Ihelped Vicki off the table and back into her robe. I led her back to thecouch. Vicky was completely out of it - practically catatonic as aresult of Mark's massage.I was my turn. I took off my robe to reveal a new black one-pieceswimsuit with pretty mesh inserts. Mark began to do his thing and I feltmyself melting under his touch.. He circled his tongue around her nipples and then sucked them into his mouth one at a time.As he kissed down her stomach he slipped a hand under her shorts. They were too tight, he couldn’t push any lower.“These need to come off,” he said.Lauren took hold of the sides and wriggled her hips out of her shorts. As they fell to the floor her perfectly smooth, glistening pussy lips came into view.Mikey gently rubbed a finger between her lips and tasted her juices.“Mmm, someone’s soaked already,” he.