Joanne slid her hands under Fran and clasped her buttocks, then, extending her tongue, she dragged it through Fran’s sopping furrow. ‘Ahhhh!!! Ahh...h!!! Ahhhh!!!’ Fran shrieked. Her hips went wild. ‘Yessssss, Joanne!!! Yesssss!!! That’s it!!! That’s ittttttttt!!!’ Joanne teased and probed the beckoning opening, marveling at the wildness her actions were provoking. She knew Fran was close to coming, but she tried to put off the explosion and give her friend additional pleasure. She continued. .. shave? For Terry?”“God, stop being such a jealous idiot. Because my bush would totally be on display. Look.” I straightened and pointed at my crotch.His jaw dropped. “Holy fucking crap, Zelda, I can see your pussy lips. It's like your practically naked.”“I know,” I said, turning around. “See? Look at my butt. You can see every bit of my cute tush. Isn't it just perfect?”“Yeah, it is, but...” He swallowed. “What's this about Terry fingering your asshole? Did you...?”“It was just something. I looked her up and down. Today she was wearing a pink sleeveless silk shirt with a flouncy collar and a tight grey pinstripe skirt. Her shoes were shiny black leather ankle boots. I smiled at her, and leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially, “I think you need to go to the loo—don’t you?” She nodded. “And while you’re there, you need to take of your knickers, and leave them off. Bring them back to me.” Jen went bright red, and bit her lip, but she nodded and stood up. Taking a small black. Sure enough, there was a much longer pause and her head was clearly facing me as she had a good look, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of steps without having to look in her direction.I wore the thong for a week when hanging out washing or just walking around slowly catching some sun, then decided to do more.The next time I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was.