My wife was not sure if she meant her perfume or if she could smell her pussy juice still on her lips or hands. Then her co-worker said she never used...a toy before but always wanted too. She asked if she could see it. She was so excited at this point see didn’t care what she asked. My wife took her toy out of her purse and was about to hand it to her but realized she didn’t clean it off completely and it still had her cum on it. She said, sorry I didn’t clean it but her co-worker said, I don’t. He had learned the old ways of many native cultures during his 'vision quest' days, when he was trying to come to grips with his one quarter native heritage, which gave his features that slight Asiatic cast, and colored his hair so black. He knew many of the ways casually, such as what flint looks like, and how to find north by the stars, and some a bit better, like how to carve a totem pole, how to work leather or how to fletch arrows. He grinned wryly to himself, and added to his heritage his. In the shower I started soaping my balls and as I touched them I realised just how hard they had become and my dick was by now ready for some action. It was all I could do to resist cumming there and then. Getting out the shower I donned one of the hotel’s luxurious dressing gowns and wondered when, and if? Julia would knock. As it was I needn’t have worried as I heard a knock from the door that joined our two rooms. When I opened the door I was greeted by Julia laying back on her bed, totally. " Of course not, Mr Pendrill. No woman is an exhibitionist until she's been trained because it's an acquired condition that takes time, patience and effort to attain to. She'll be terrified at first, but you'll coax her and take her from her shell. She'll worry about the soldiers and how long they'll be away and where they've gone and when they'll return. She'll fret and beg you to take her somewhere private to do it, and when you say no, she'll worry about her body: whether her tits are too.