Brenda knew about it, of course. She and Ken did it all the time with her usually on top.But this was with a woman, and when Brenda looked up, what sh... saw was Helen's pink hairless cunt hanging over her mouth.There it was. She could smell it. She felt Helen's mouth on her pussy and she knew Helen expected her to do the same.Why not? Brenda thought. I owe her that much. Besides, she was curious what it would be like. Helen's hairless cunt looked succulent and tasty.Closing her hands over. I was only with my towel wrapped as I was washing. She said that she messaged me and I didn’t reply. So she came to check. I said sorry and said I was washing.She said your home is nice. I left the clothes and took her to every room. My cock was hard and wanted to fuck her. I just wanted to try my luck. My heart was beating very fast.I held her hand and said you are more beautiful and nicer than anything in this house. She just blushed and smiled. “Won’t you see my bedroom?” I said in a naughty. I kept my black hair long, about down to my shoulder blades.Despite what my parents thought, I had been sexually active, just not terribly experienced. At this point of my life I was in between boyfriends, and the last boyfriend was the first one I'd had sex with. The sex wasn't as magical as the other girls in my dorm had lead me to believe it would be; and during that part of my life, finding times we could be together was harder than I would have liked.But here I was now, 23 years old and. The pace and pressure of her scrubbing increased as she found the scarring on my left shoulder and chest, until it felt like she was grating carrots on my chest. The sensations passed seamlessly from tickling to pain, depending on the damage. She was obviously unaware of the change in her ministrations, and eyebrows knitted as she scowled. ‘Ann? Annie? Piglet, you need to lighten up, you’re gonna hit bone here pretty soon!’ I took her hands in mine and she collapsed against me, sobbing. I.