My wife continued with the guy, as I watched. She had her mini vibrator on her clit and I could see she was moving her hips, moaning slightly as she l...oked intently at his cock.I told her I’d love to see his cock inside her and she moaned some more putting some fingers inside her pussy. I told her he was fucking her hard and she was enjoying the feeling of another cock as I was kissing her. This was enough in the excitement for her to cum. She moaned and her body shook as the wave of pleasure. While she talked, my eyes were fixed on her open thighs. A smile crossed her face and she licked her lips. My mind raced in anticipation of what was to come. After her call to the office, we sat on the sofa and I removed her skirt and white panties. Her pussy hair was brown and slightly wet. I loved the sight of it. I remarked on the beauty of her hairy pussy She smiled. I then asked her if she ever wore a bikini and let her pussy hair be exposed on the outersides of her bikini bottom. She. But it was her first and last time. He’d made it clear that since she’d lied to him about having any more stripping parties, then doing the one in late December, was unforgiveable. Always, he held the threat of not getting into Georgetown over her head if she protested. Ironically, the girl who had entered puberty with such joy, and had teased the boys with such skill, was getting a bit sick of sex. She wasn’t in control anymore, and she suspected that was part of the problem. As time for. The hair was a golden, corn colour and probably natural, Mandy thought noting there were no dark roots. It was smooth and glistening, lustrous and soft and the sensation on her fingers was electric. As she ran her fingers through Sara’s hair and stood so close to her that her tummy occasionally brushed against her back so Mandy was becoming increasingly agitated by the surges of sensations running through her body.Sara, though, appeared to not be affected for she was chatting away nineteen to.