I slowly slid off the pajamas down, her panties also slid down a bit , I was feeling her smooth thighs opening her legs and slid my hand to her slit o...ce again , she was wet down there, I moved my finger thru the side of her panties and felt her soft, wet pussy, she suddenly closed her legs , my hand was caught in her pussy, I was slowly feeling her slit and found her “ G-SPOT’, I felt it and she shuddered , my middle finger found her love hole and entered it slowly, it was wet, I was now. Winters."Yes. At least for the time being. I can't stand short hair on the girls.I've never understood why it became popular." Ms. Winters gave a disgustedsigh.Claire lifted my damp hair with her fingers and turned it this way andthat. "You are blessed, Julia," she said. "It's so pretty. The color. Areboth of your parents blonde?" Just my mother," I replied.Claire ran a fingertip over my eyebrows. "They need thinning, of course,"she said to Ms. Winters. "I might start there." By all means," Ms.. Man What is this, my woman's boudoir so I think And yet tis cloaked in airs of menace, Red and blue, mixing together to a purple hue. Not so inviting as I thought it might ...perhaps away I slink No! the door is gone, I here remain Until my woman this way comes again, Releasing me from bounds of silk...Act 2Man is again centre stage, in the boudoir. His dress, though, is moreandrogynous. A suit still, but in purple, with a distinctly nipped inwaist suggestive of. She grabbed my cock after a minute or so and held it so I couldn’t deep throat her anymore. I stopped my thrusts and watched her head bobbing down my cock and her hand rubbing her pussy hard through her trousers.She looked up and her eyes bore into mine. She held my gaze still sucking and frigging herself. Her eyes were questioning, begging even. I slipped my hands down under her armpits and began to pull her up. She easily stood but looked confused as I spun her around. One hand went on a hip.