As Dewayne took firm control of the razor, Bridget let her hands caress her breasts. She bent over to be sure that Dewayne also completely shaved her ...ss. I guess Im done. Dewayne said with a little hesitation. Bridget then went over the area herself and got into the deep crevices. She looked at it for a long time, facing the mirror and admiring herself. Dewayne rubbed his fingers over the newly exposed flesh and caressed her gently. Youre beautiful, he whispered with a kiss first on the pussy. A hot flash of shame came over him at the memory.He couldn't understand it; the photograph had to be over a hundred years old but it looked really alive. Even though the image was in black and white, it was if he was there in the room. And the girl. Somehow he knew that she wasn't looking at the camera but rather the person behind it and it felt like that was him! It was kind of scary in a good sort of way; her eyes were wide and calm and there was a sort of light in them that made him think of. No only did she not slap me she told me her ex got them and she never tasted anything different going down on him, relieved I pressed on, well what about an asshole? She squirmed a little and I thought she was going to raise her hand but she didnt, then just said, "Lets go find out!" My cock started to grow in my pants at her excitement but I told her she didn't have to do that for me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back then told me I had to shower for it to adhere properly so I. I felt a good night of sex was long overdue. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene as I sipped my whiskey sour. The music had my entire being pulsing when my eyes met the gaze of a handsome stranger. This could be the one, I thought as I smiled at him.He nodded for me to meet him on the dance floor. I went to him and he reached around my waist, pulling my hips toward him. We moved together, our sweat soaking through our clothing. His hands rested against the small of my back, my ass, my.