You feel the coldness of the scissors as he moves them and they touch your wet vaginal entry, he slides them inside the part of your knickers that are...still being held up and you feel the cold metal move your nubile pubic hairs, you don’t have many yet, but what you have move and turn you on again.The scissors are removed and you hear them land on the ground. Now you feel the breath of this man, inches from your wet anticipating pussy. Jackpot: his tongue finally touches your wet panties and. He was even hotter up close. She took a seat next to where Michelle was.Ashanti went over to a stereo that was by the mirror and turned it on. The song "milkshake" by Kelis came on. Ashanti began to dance around. Her short black skirt rode up some giving John a quick glimpse of her white thong. Her top was a white crop top that showed her cocoa skin beautifully. Her hair hung loose as she danced around. The floor clacked by the sounds of her black heels."Oooh I love this song! So sexy don't you. The sky was getting even darker now and it seemed like we were the only car on the road. Instead of acknowledging her comment, I took a long drag and opened the can of coke I'd grabbed before leaving home. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently."Come on," she said, "Lighten up. I'm just shitting with you." Her hand drifted up my neck, fingertips sliding around my earlobe. "You get so damn uptight." I flinched away, trying to reconcile my anger at her with my growing arousal.. The day progressed slowly for him, he washed up, he did the laundry and still naked put out the washing, pegging it on the line in full view of any traffic passing on the main road, it being a windy and bright day in the afternoon he fetched it in and spent an hour ironing! His week, always in handcuffs, became one of domestic achievement, and marks from that crop, he hoovered, he dusted, and he cooked for her, though he found it hard to wipe his arse, most of the rest he mastered! The kitchen.