We arrived at the spot were she wanted to go an got out of the truck.We each had small back pack. Heading off up a trail she took some pictures as we ...alked up it. I notice when she bent over on time she didn't have and painties on and she still shaved her pussy.I wore at least a bikni under my skirt and shirt.We hand walked about mile or so and she said we got to get off the trail and walk about a mile this way.I follwed her. Some how I knew she knows were she wanted to go.After an hour of. He hasn't returned and he is not picking up his cell. She's crazy, Michael. Do you remember how she is?"I did remember Violent Violet's temper. But I also remembered what Amelia had told me the day before."Are you certain that something is amiss?" I asked trying to be tactful. "Or is there perhaps another reason Mr. Federici is away from his phone?" I know about the sex, Michael," she said harshly. "You don't have to be coy. And no, I have no doubt that is the reason he went over but he's never. "No," I said, suddenly seized with the desire to do something I'd only daydreamed about. "I'm going to lick."I rolled between her legs, pushing my body downward. I grabbed her knees and tried to push them apart. At first, Susan resisted."No..." she said, without conviction. "I..."I had my chin between her legs and wedged downward far enough to lick at the inside of her leg. I continued to push forward, and Susan yielded gradually, allowing me to lick higher and higher up her thighs. She was. No pubic hair for them I smiled to myself as I slipped on a tiny black g-string to accentuate my ass. Then an above the knee little black dress, no bra on my modest tits, (my nipples were already erect in anticipation) and killer heels. And I do hope they can get me, or is it make me, aroused and excited enough to squirt for them.I am Sarah, just past forty, a slim size ten, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from.