She started moning a bit while my hand where busy with her leg and her back. After a few seconds she said:"I could really use some good pussy eating f...om you, honey. Do you mind?"I nodded, happy to do that every thing she asked. I Always loved eating pussy, really loved. Pussy was like a d**g to me, I really couldn't live without and Beyonce's pussy was no exception. I wanted to lick her since leaving her room after our first meeting and every day I imagined myself doing it. She sat on the edge. The girls really get into it now, laughing and squealing and splashing and sloshing around in the shallow water. Their wet supple skin shimmering in the sunlight as rivulets of water trickle over thighs and bellies and between breasts. Crystal's nipples are even more swollen now, poking out against her bikini top. I also am really into it, stroking my engorged cock a little faster while watching these two nubile teenage girls frolicking no more than 10 feet away from me. A small part of me says. Bill ate a solitary meal in the kitchen. The clock stood at six-thirty, and it was dark already. Perversely, he felt much more cheerful; it had dawned on him that Megan's absence might have been due to some unforeseen hold up delaying her until it was too late to continue her journey before daylight. In that case, she would have found somewhere to hide until dark, and she probably wouldn't move from there until about ten o'clock at the earliest. Anyway, he would expect her at any time after. As I was standing there in this dressy Christmas outfit, I remember distinctly that I first became interested in thinking about the next possible step: to see if I could have my face and hair also blend in with the female clothes. My hair was light blonde and very curly. It was probably 1969 or 1970 and guys all wore their hair long. Mine was parted on the side, and covered my ears on the sides and went about 2" over my collar in the back. I wore it with long wavy bangs combed across over my.