"I realise it is a personal preference, but I enjoy the uncluttered openness of the circumcised penis, don't you?" addressing Wendy. "And set against ...he hairless, smooth background, it looks so proud and available, don't you think?" I guess so, but, as you know, I'm no expert," Wendy responded."We could be here all day perving, but Wendy tells me how good you looked working on your lawn. I'd love you to show me. Do you actually mow the lawn, while naked?" she asked."Once or twice. I'm a bit. "Bethany, go fetch thedisplay, please."The sissy minced over to a cabinet along the wall, bell tinkling with eachstep, and bent at the waist to open the small door, her ass beautiful ondisplay for the room to see. She came back, his cum still filling hermouth, and placed a long, ornately carved wooden box on the table betweenthem.Annette reached over to the box and slid open the top panel. Inside,laying on a pillow of pink velvet, was a long, thin black lace choker anda small, bulbous-shaped. He loved the way the shiny satin fabric of the bra cups seemed to sensually caress her mature curvy figure. Jesus, she had amazing tits. Beneath the impressive shelf of her large tits, wispy black fabric flowed down sensually over her shapely hourglass figure, flaring out over her wide matronly hips before the lace-trimmed hem ended just a couple of inches below her pussy. He could barely make out the silhouette of a pair of matching purple panties beneath, the tiny panties cut wickedly high on. Or like, rub your belly in circles. Or maybe caress your face or your neck." My face was serious, because I really didn't know what she might want best and I wanted to know. And the more I talked, the wetter her eyes got and her face began to contort."I don't know. Nobody ever asked me that before." How many guys have you had --" I don't remember. A hundred. Two hundred. Nobody, not one of them, ever asked me that before." I'm asking. I want to know what makes you happy. I don't want to imagine.