I wouldn’t have believed them either but that was not about to stop me from kissing and telling. Then a couple of years later I had something happen...to me during a Sunday morning church service that i never would of believed could happen in the middle of my dads sermon. I never really cared for the church service itself and In order to help pass the time i helped out in the services when asked to or sometimes told to, and i generally was in charge of ringing the bell in the tower between. Then I washed her back. I didn't realize what a cute ass she has so I spent a little time there and then to her breasts, not big, just nice I think she said they are a 34B, whatever that means. Her pussy was so nice, she didn't have it shaved all the way, just around the opening was shaved and there was a V shaved above it, pretty sexy looking. She told me not to get too much soap inside her. We rinsed and got out and dried. I think she was just as horny as me. She asked if she could come. I sat up abruptly then moved down to her feet. She gave me a quizzical look and I smiled devilishly at her. “You didn’t think I was done, did you?” I grabbed her ankles and pulled her from against the headboard and flat on her back. “Hrumph!” she exclaimed. “What are you . . . ?” By the time she got mid-sentence, I’d moved my face up to her dripping snatch and realized she dyed the hair on her head. “So nice of you not to shave but one shouldn’t be embarrassed by such a nice shade of red.” She. My purpose was twofold; to help her allay any very understandable fears and to prolong this wonderful, sensuous foreplay before we progressed to intercourse.Guiding her gently once again, I helped her to her feet and released the first button on my shirt before pressing her hands to the next one, silently showing her what I wanted. Her trembling fingers fumbled open the remaining buttons and when the last one was released she placed both palms flat against my chest, feeling the contours of my.