I have asked Gail to stop shaving her underarms for some time, too, strangely enough. I like flattening my tongue under her arm (‘flat’ so it won�...�t tickle. Tickling isn’t my aim). Gail squealed the first time she saw I was lowering my face as I held her arm up. But she learned it wouldn’t tickle and the eroticism of it overcame any resistance. Still, she continued to shave.But that didn’t really matter to me either. I still wonder what licking a hairy arm pit would be like. Invariably, the. What else are they supposed to say?"Laura felt deep sexual stirrings. Was it this self-effacing humility and glumness of Makeeda's that was fanning her physical desire?Makeeda yawned. "I am so fucking tired... if you'll pardon my French. I think this wine is making it worse. Just making me drowsier than ever." Maybe you need some sleep in your own bed."Makeeda smiled warmly, but with no hint of sexual invitation. "I think you're right." But then her expression turned anxious. "You're staying,. "Put you finger in me.See how tiny I am?"He slipped his thick finger in my vagina, and then slid inanother. "I could probably fit if I was careful." He gentlypressed his fingers onward, and as the poked my inner ring Iwinced."Careful. That's the problem. Aaahh," I cried as he tried toenter further. "No, no more." Oh, sorry. Is that like, your cherry?" I wish. It's a scar from the surgery. That's why I can't haveregular sex." Oh, no! You mean never?" Not until I get it fixed. I have to go back. She stood still as I mopped her leg with a dry tissue up to her fanny, reaching for another tissue I let her hold it on her pussy as I pulled up her knickers and mopped the floor before cuddling back together in bed again.It was nearly nine when we woke up, the sun shining through the sky light had the bedroom already warm, how I wanted to fuck her there and then again dressed only in her white lacy knickers.She moved out of bed first and I heard her at the toilet, a big loud gush hitting the.