If you would let me, I would have you stand that I might kneel behind you. I dare not ask. But I would marvel at your roundness, your perfect plumpnes... accentuated by your smooth, muscled legs and waist. I would plunge my nose, my tongue as deep as I could into the nether of you. I dream of your bottom. My favorite fantasy. My hidden desire. I love your breasts. You do not need a bra, though sometimes you wear one just to accentuate the swell of your melons. Your breasts are the best money can. You are so lucky. I got several hairs back there on mine where I can't reach. If I take care of your pussy, will you tend to my butt hole hairs?"Sally was giggling non-stop now because the touch of Angela's fingers on her bottom made her all squishy inside and caused her to go into tickle mode. She could feel her slit get a little damp like it always did when she started to react to the tickles.Angela told her to go in the bathroom and wash her pussy and her bottom real good with the soap and. ?Now, as I was saying, a better method might be to use some of the ladiescream, which gives us a longer window before we need to clear the areaagain.? It lasts about a month, I'm told,which should be plenty of time." His father grunted again, clearlyunimpressed. ?"He ain't a lady, doc." ?"Well of course.? We'll stick to shaving him." ?He called another nurse to take him to Room 1,and have Jacob prep him for shaving.? Heexplained in detail to the nurse what needed to be done, making a wide arc. I needed his sex. I needed him or someone like him. After a week I had become frantic. I went over to his house and knocked on the door. He came to the door in a robe. "What do you want Beth?" he asked. "I want you Jack. I want to be fucked. Why haven't you come to see me?" Then I saw her. The blonde sitting on the couch without a stitch of clothing on. Her tits were larger than mine, but sagged a bit. She was voluptuous and she look disheveled. She had just been used as I had been used many.