Everyone got busy with other works and finally and after lunch, everyone was just resting. I had this new interest in what Arpita and Parul were up to...so I had my eye on them.When everyone was just resting and chatting, I saw Arpita and Parul go out saying they were going to Parul’s house to get something. No one suspected anything but I just knew what would happen there.After waiting for 5 minutes, I slowly slipped out to go to Parul’s house. I reached there and slowly checked out the main. Abandoning her clit, I parted her pussy lips with my tongue like Moses did with the Red Sea, and stuck it into her love hole. Anne’s shout of pleasure alerted Graham who was taking a dump somewhere in the bush. He came running to see his fiancé in the throws of passion. Washing himself before he arrived he was shocked to see Anne’s shaved pussy. Lust took over and he planted kisses all over her vulva. Straddling Anne’s face looking at Graham between her legs, I opened my own pussy lips for her. Eventually she calmed down and when he had kissed her so gently (and she had no idea how that had happened), she knew he was the one she wanted to spend her life with. You just know, she wrote. She did not mention masturbating him, or the story about Sinatra. That must have been their second date.In another letter Maria wrote that she had held the paper she was writing on and rubbed it against her pussy because it made her feel close to him. On the same page she described how she came with him. I probed her, delighting when she offered me easy ingress. I slid the entire length of my index finger into her vagina without finding the slightest trace of a hymen. Whilst not exactly scandal in these enlightened times, I still found it mildly surprising that Olivia was not a virgin. I wondered which pimply youth had plundered her chastity.I sat up and studied her in exquisite detail, cataloguing every pore and blemish. My hands renewed their exploration but without the reticence of.