And so it was on that particular morning, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, already empty of pee and with a stretched foreskin. There was also...some unfinished business from the night before. I had gone to bed in a mood for some masturbation and fallen asleep. The stickiness had of course been washed away by the morning pee game, but I still had a feeling of arousal.I don't know why I did it, but I pushed the tip of my foreskin so that my penis went back against my testicles. It slowly. ..do you like my hairy minge” says Gemma as she stops masturbating and moves away her fingers.Not quite a perfect camel-toe, her small labia can be seen and reminds me of a tiny flower petal. No spiders legs or hairs on the top of her legs, her pubes are cut short.“Fucking lovely minge, nicely trimmed bush, is that a three or a four?” I ask.“Three” she says giggling.“You probably used my shears aswell”.“Hope you don’t mind”.“A sexy gorgeous young woman borrows my shears to trim her pubic. Then I got up and was tickling her waist. She was blushing and enjoying at the same time. Then I got hold of both her legs and pulled her towards me. I made her sit in my lap wrapping her legs on my back. The situation was heated up. I took her hair from her face and smoothly pushed it to the back.I was holding her face softly. Our eyes met and I lip-locked with her. We both were kissing each other and smooching softly with intensity. Making moaning sounds. And I started inserting my hand under. He remembered that a few hours ago he had made her smile. And that he had promised himself to have her laughing this morning. Before he answered her he tilted his head down so that he was staring at his own chest and pointedly avoiding her face. ”Morning.’ ****************** She noticed his blatant attempts not to look at her. ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked against her better judgement. She knew they were eventually going to have to have this conversation and she’d rather it be sooner than later..