As far as I could judge, my breasts were neither larger nor smaller than Louise's -- but they were very different. Mine didn't poke out as much, and t...e nipples were soft and puffy, like a young girl's. My breasts seemed to be a little bit bigger, in the sense that they occupied a wider area on my chest.And while Louise's pubic hair was black, thick and curly, my own unshaven bush was somewhat more sparse, my labia more clearly visible through the curls. And I was blonde -- all over. The blonde. With the tip of his tongue he probed in between the slippery folds of her womanhood, and then using the flat of his tongue he lapped and bathed her swollen labia until her moans grew in both volume and intensity. The fact that they were doing it in the dirt further turned them both on and when he stabbed at her hole with his tongue again in a series of thrusts, she practically buried her face in the dirt, while her big gorgeous breasts spilled forth from the unbuttoned front of her gardening. A small lamp soon added a touch of warmth in the air. Then it was down to business, my business with my body.At 33 I was in great shape and could give an erection to most guys with a wink! I slowly undressed and ran my icy fingers over my body to induce shivers of excitement. My nipples were hard and pointed due to my feelings and the extreme cold. Since I was in no hurry I stood with my left hand alternating between each breast, lightly stroking each nipple while my right hand ventured to my. I'll call you when I get back." I cough lightly, and she starts. She sees me and blush again, clasps a hand to her forehead in feign over-embarrassment. She says goodnight to her husband, "Hey, I've got to run or I'll be late...ok...ok. Bye now!" She's in her late twenties, luxuriously blonde hair, either expensively done or natural. Perky breasts in an expensive bra, just a touch of lace showing under a clean-cut blouse. Impossibly beautiful, but shy. I smile and hold out my hand like a fairy.