My fingers flick over the top and edge into my inner thighs which makes me part my legs ever more without even knowing that I'm doing so.Then they run...up the middle, over my cotton covered slit and the material feels very damp under my touch as my thighs open wider and my hips involuntarily rise to meet my dancing fingers. My other hand is still caressing my breasts as I start to gently rub myself through my pants and I instantly feel the wetness increase, so much that I just have to find the. Oh, that's a point - what will we call you? What name did you fantasize? Susie wasn't it?" I laughed aloud and said, "You'll love this one! I wish that you will be incapable of describing yourself with any name except Susie! So what is your name then?" He turned and I could see the struggle as he tried to say his old name. But all that came out, in his new soft sweet little voice was "Susie". "Please Carol," he pleaded. "Let me have the ring." "Oh no!" I answered. "My fun is just. "I- no, I'm just being silly. Sorry. How is work?" Karen. What's wrong?"To her shock, the girl she'd known from kindergarten, a woman she'd shared almost everything with started to sob. Between the gasps and cries, Karen poured her heart out. She'd had whirlwind romance for the last year and a half and capped off with a private wedding in Hawaii, that part, Amy was very aware of, but beneath the perfectly polished surface, the foundation had begun to crack. Karen felt like her husband was. She closed her eyes and started enjoying. She stood up and all of a sudden removed her bra and panty. She was nude before me. This is the first time I was seeing a nude girl. She wanted me to feel her pussy. Her pussy was full of hair. I asked her “why, u don’t cut your pussy hair”. She told me that she has lost all interest. During her college days, she told me she used to trim her pussy hair once in a fortnight and now that she had lost interest in it. I too had removed my short, underwear.