She didn’t say anything for that. I was enjoying her silky hair on my face and kissing and complimenting her every 2 minutes that she got the most b...autiful hair in the world. She was smiling and enjoying the hair play. I asked her if I can plait her hair and started doing it.When i finished her I said her if the end of the plait looks little bit It would look nice if it is straight that uneven. For which she laughed and said are you hair dresser now and said can you do anything with it now. I. Trailing further down your kisses making there way past my belly button to the tip of my shaft. Your tongue darting out touching the head and tiny hole of my member. Licking the the white sticky fluid. Moving my leg, your wet, and still dripping lips of your heated pussy, came in contact with my knee. Slowly you moved your mound back and forth, spreading your flower open, seeking out the hard button of your clit. Pressing it gently against my knee, your hands moved around my now engorged. She was astonished when she returned and he said that was a good sign, and that it showed her body had recovered from her ordeal. He was willing to talk about things that she had thought were totally inappropriate ... but which made sense when she thought about it. She eventually gave up trying to catch him looking at her breasts. She knew he did it, somehow - he’d admitted it - but she could never catch him at it.The primary thought in her mind, when they finally put the tools away and. “First, if you like to be watched, but not touched, its way to keep the riff raff away.” Stella started, grabbing Amber’s and making out with her hard. I watched the women through the fence, their hands exploring each other’s bodies.“Or, if you want them to touch, but just a little, you can.” Stella said, pulling her mouth away from Amber and shoving the redhead against the fence in front of me. Amber slammed into it hard enough to make it shake, but didn’t seem to mind. Stella quickly kissed.