She usually kept it trimmed and given that soon Gene would be seeing her there, it was definitely time for another trim. After the water cooled, she ...tood up and got out of the tub, drying her body off but leaving her pubic hair damp. Alberto always complained when it got too long and she really wanted to make a good first impression on Gene, and she didn’t want to disappoint him. Given the circumstances, she was competing with those girls off the internet as well as her own sister for his. “Tight enough?” she asked.“Delicious.”“I was afraid that it would have stretched it.” Well, the miscarriage hadn’t. Maybe a live birth of a kid three months bigger would have. But I couldn’t -- can’t -- imagine an unsexy Gwen, and I didn’t want to mention anything she might take as an advantage of the miscarriage. I watched her face take a serious expression and her attention turn inward. Meanwhile, I fought back my own orgasm.“Oh,” she murmured. Her eyes blinked. Those are her only external. Mrs. Johnson was feeling a bit strange as she slumped down and opened her legs as Ralphee sat before her very interested in the sausage she held in her hand.Mrs. Johnson was mostly definite feeling a bit strange. “It must be the heat,” she said to herself.“Mrs. Johnson, rub your pussy,” Josh commanded as he took out his already hardening member.Mrs. Johnson and Mr. Johnson did not have much of sexual relationship. Mrs. Johnson had not been that interested after their third c***d was born. . We were in a frenzy. Our hands were clawing over each others bodies, our mouths were eagerly nipping and whatever was in it's path, whether it be pussy, tits or dick, anything was fare game. It could only get better. There was no time for thought; only time to feel. Yes, feel the pleasure. Pleasure was riding on wave of the tide. It was coming in ripples. All you could hear was sucking and moaning sounds. Over and over, passions were rising, it wouldn't be long before the cumming.