“Laura’s boyfriend is back in Boston, the two of them are spending the weekend jerking off online,” Wendy says in a matter-of-fact tone. Laurie...blushes, but doesn’t deny it. Meanwhile, Wendy’s cone-shaped breasts with their hard, pink nipples have my undivided attention. It’s all I can do to keep my tongue where it belongs. She holds up a hibiscus-print pareo. Originally from French Tahiti, the pareo is a rectangular piece of fabric that can be worn as a skirt, or like a full-length sarong.. I knew that if I could keep her on the edge of her climax for a while, she would have a memorable orgasm. So, I used my index and middle fingers on either side of her vaginal lips and gently pried them apart."OH, YES, GOD!" she exclaimed as she felt the cool air reach that closed up space for the first time. I used the tip of my finger to caress the soft, velvety skin that made up the floor of that magic valley that ran from her clitoris to the opening of her vagina. I love the feel of that. One is that he can laugh at himself; he can even enjoy laughing at himself.“So, what did I do?” He looked at me. “What did I forget to do?” He was getting warmer. I was hungry, and he wasn’t dressed for going out. I looked in the ‘fridge to see what could make a quick meal. His lunch was still there. He’d be famished when he thought of food. Right now, though, he was thinking about placating me -- and well he should. “Aren’t you going to tell me?” Not this time. “Did you call and I didn’t get. I made sure her pussy was fully soaped as I wanted it clean and sweet ready for my attentions later."Pass down the shower head," I instructed and Liz pulled the head off the wall and into my outstretched hand.Once the shower head was below the level of her mound I turned it around so the hot jets of water flushed the soap off her bush, leaving a clear view to her pink pussy lips through the dripping hairs of her bush. Liz seemed to climb two inches back up the wall under the force and heat of.