My husband moved around by my head, kneeling so I could prop my head on his lap and get a good view of our son preparing to lick a pussy for the first...time. I decided not to give him any instructions and just let him explore for himself. Evan spread me open with his fingers, looking at my pussy closer than hed ever done before. His eyes were wide with wonder. He kissed me here and there, on the lips, on my clit, down near my hole. Then he licked me. My whole body came alive with ripples of keen. You do carry those don't you?"The saleslady looked at him even more intently. They rarely had maleshoppers in the store, and when they did they were seeking somethingspecial for their wives in the apparel section. She knew instinctivelythat he must be seeking the girdles for himself, and was not happyabout it. Even though she wanted to make the sale, she decided to makehim squirm a bit."Oh yes, we do carry quite a few Rago styles. We just don't get manymen looking for them. If you're buying. My gaze jumped from the curl of her toes to the indents where her nipples poked at her shift fabric, to the muss of her curly blonde hair. But I paid most attention to the fact that, despite having been staring at her for a few seconds now since my surprising entrance, she did not scream at me to leave or frantically attempt to conceal her intimate details.She had gasped when I entered, and after a few seconds of disbelief, she exhaled and began to breathe again, her chest heaving beneath her. Just then the doorbell rang. She gave a start, opened her eyes, and looked to the side, towards the front door. A man was standing in the doorway! "It's Pipp-Thompson of all people," she thought, "he's on the local council and everything. What a disaster!" "Ouch! She's seen me," Pipp-Thompson thought, "No doubt that will put an end to the show, but I can't complain, it's been a great show!" But then something more happened. A sharp, hissing sound was heard; the sound of pee splashing out of.