I used my lather brush to soap her pubes and I couldn't fail to notice the moisture clinging to her pussy lips,"You're very wet" I said accusingly and...she laughed,"Of course I'm wet, I'm excited, now take a photograph of me like this, I want to send it to him, a sort of before and after" You mean you want me to take another one after I've shaved you?" Oh no, I'll let him do that, I want one of his spunk dripping out of my pussy"I snapped the picture and them concentrated on shaving her precious. Hot. The tip of her tongue wiped another bead of fluid that had formed upon and leaked from his tip.As their eyes locked, Matt gasped, “So... fucking... good,” but then was unable to form more words. Matt’s fingers cupped Lucy’s chin, and her fingers continued stroking his heated flesh. Matt leaned down and kissed her again. The fire crackled as their lips met and tongues danced.Matt moved to the floor, lay on his back, and pulled Lucy over him, her thighs straddling his head. Her fingers never. I sat back in my chair and Sharon moved further into the room and put her hand bag and lunch box on my desk. “So how does it feel having that brush up your dick?” she questioned, it wasn’t exactly the sentence I expected given the circumstance, but given our past grope and the fact she hadn’t ran into the night screaming about her pervert boss I figured she maybe okay with this whole thing. “Err, it feels amazing” I said faintly “I mean really good” “I heard it was possible, but I have never. “That seemed to settle matters,” Mr. Harrison added, “but then a small problem, well, not really a problem really, more like a concern, was expressed.”Charlie listened as Mr. Harrison said that, without really directing her comment at anyone in particular, Mrs. Orzeskowa mused out loud that, now that she thought of it, she couldn’t imagine whom she might ask to accompany her to dinner and the theatre. Concerned that their victory might be short lived, several of the partners had quickly offered.