I could see the outline of her panties.“Oh, and what occasion would that be?” she exclaimed with surprise.“Only if I’m right in guessing that ...ou have a hairy pussy.”With that comment, she lifted up her skirt to show her see through lace panties. She had quite a hairy pussy. Some of the black hair was showing over the top of the bikini panties.“So you like hairy pussies do you?” she asked. “No, I don’t like them, I love them” I replied.“When do you want to eat this pussy ?” she asked.“Right. A little embarassment for you always putting me down.”I could see a little anger flash across her face when the words came out. But my mouth didn’t seem to have an off switch and I am not sure if really was connected to my brain either.“And then...” I trailed off.Janelle looked up at me. “And then, what?” she asked.My mouth continued on, “Then you came. And I, well, err, umm...”Her expression changed to confusion.“I mean, I guess.” I continued. I wasn’t sure what was really coming out of my. In a few minutes, we began smelling coffee and got up to follow the aroma to its source. I had seen Lynn get up and go to the kitchen naked so we did as well to enjoy a nice, naked breakfast. Before the second cup of coffee was finished, Erica was kneeling on the floor, her head burrowed between Lynn's legs giving my wife her first orgasm of the day. Rather quite a breakfast. I sat there nibbling my toast in one hand, slowly stroking my cock in the other, watching my wife being pleasured by our. Knowing that you must look a mess, kneeling in just your panties, mascara running and a thick cock buried in your throat. Thinking to yourself what a dirty slut you really are, deepthroating the cock of a guy you barely know...yet loving every second. Between your legs, you feel a familiar warmth, you've imagined this so many times and now it's finally happening. Your thighs parting a little as you slide one hand past the waistband of your panties, slowly teasing your fingers over your clit and.