I suddenly became acutely aware of my appearance and was againembarrassed but not like before."Jeez, I must look like the tarty little cum dumpster hu...?" I said as Ispit some saliva on a tissue I had in my purse and tried to dab clean mysticky chin, which was akin to trying to clean up a water spill on yourfloor with a soaking wet sponge. We all giggled as I straightened myskirt and brushed little pieces of blacktop and dirt off of my knees.Seeming to know and sense then change in me, Amy. My eyes zoned into her slit and I saw she had kept her pussy bald and her lips looked like there was a glint of moisture, as she put her foot on the top of the fence and her legs spread to push herself over the fence. She landed softly on the ground at the edge of the pool and slowly walked over to me. I pointed at the spare lounger and she sat down in front of me, her legs open and sitting there leaning back and looking at me. “I hear you, d’you know that? In your bedroom at night, with your. I pulled my fingers up from my sopping wet pussy and licked them clean before finally getting up and hopping into the shower.Freshly showered, hair straightened; pinned halfway back, makeup on, I check myself out in the mirror in all my glory. I've come to appreciate my body and my curves, I love my big body. I put on my new quarter-cup bra that my hubby really loves, it just barely covers my nipples, and matching lace panties. My knee length black skirt, a green low cut blouse and what I. Marlowe.” She purred. “It is her purpose.” I did not argue with her. She had moved herself down in the seat, her legs spread slightly, holding my two middle fingers firmly, moving her womanhood against them in an ever-increasing rhythm. It was all I could do not to pull the car over there on the freeway and risk an arrest for public indecency. Her breathing turned into an unending series of short gasps and I could feel the beginning tremors of her impending climax. “Love…Mr….Marlowe.” She said.