"Next time, you do that outside" I said, reaching down to clean her up. As I wiped her (painted-white) pussy dry, I noticed that it was wet from somet...ing other than urine. Exploring further with my fingers I discovered that she was in heat! "Well, well, it looks like someone is enjoying herself quite a bit after all!" I said. Lifting her out of the tub, I carried her into the family room and placed her on the carpet. Her back arched as I explored her wet pussy with my fingers. I said "Pant. ”“You sure you want to know all this?” She nodded her head. “Ok. I really don’t care about the size of the tits, they’re all suckable and I love to suck them. But I have this thing for pussy hair. I don’t understand why so many men like the shaven look. My theory is, ‘if it was meant to be hairless, there would’nt be hair growing there’ so I like hair on a pussy, and I love eating pussy. For more years than I care to remember, I wasn’t a good lover. I was probably a ‘fuck’em and leave’em guy. But, inside her private sleeping compartment there in the back, Martina was struggling with the intense horniness that she usually had to deal with after she'd really given a concert her all.It had only been six months since the birth of Martina's second daughter and she was still very much lactating and producing mother's milk. The problem was that her baby daughter was at home, getting wet nursed by a close friend of hers who had given birth about a year ago and was still producing mommy's. “No Sandra you pay at the front desk”. Sandra chuckled “this is for you honey” she said. Zelda kissed her “thank you and I hope you came back again”. “You can count on it honey” Sandra said, paid the front desk and left. It was like she was walking on air as she made her way back to the hotel. She undressed and took a shower. The water running over her body and the memory of Zelda over her body resulted in a delicious masturbation session.It was dinner time and Sandra decided to go out to a.