"What I mean is that the bride gets to dress up in all her bridallingerie, gown, have a makeover, get her hair done and have a fuss made ofher. Us gro...ms, just get to put a suit on!" and tried to make a joke ofit. I could sense Rachael rolling her eyes but nothing else was said andwe carried on watching the film.It was only a couple of days later when after I came back from anothervisit to my 'chixpad' in the city that Rachael said while we were havingdinner. "You know Peter, I have been. Maybe you shaved your pussy some months before I don't know, I think so. But you did not pretend that you were reluctant, you just opened your legs so that my fingers could touch your cunt, and I could feel that you were wet and wanting me. With my tongue I caressed your body, your neck, your breasts, your stomach. And then I went down between your legs, satisfying my desire for your pussy which was wide open to welcome me. I licked gently around your clitoris, up and down your pussylips, and. So when I get up and move her laptop out off her lap, and take her hand she is pulling back. She thinks I am going to wax her, and she starts begging me to stop and promises to go with me next time. I continue to just let her beg. It amuses me that I have the control over her that I do. I walk her to the guest house with it’s gorgeous bath and wet area, the perfect place for my release of my little plan. I push her down on the chaise lounge and take her in a deep kiss, as I work on getting her. Her fingers slid into my twat and she spread out my lips. As they stretched out as far as they could, her tongue took a dip right in between them. My arms automatically smacked down on the floor and I felt to be in a sauna. My hands made their way onto my breasts and my twat felt to be doused in lighter fluid. As her tongue acted as a lit match, she stuck it right into my snatch and fucked me with it. Every few seconds, I jerked around, but it proved to be no obstacle for her. Eventually, my.