"Your wife says you like pussy." I'm, uh, yeah. Sure." I replied.Leigh hitched her hips upward and pushed her bottoms down her thighs. The smooth skin...of her cleanly shaven pussy nearly glowed."Think you'll like this one?" she asked."Oh, yeah!"They call it muff-diving, but there was no muff to dive into. My tongue slid into the slick, warm, fragrant folds of my neighbor's puss. She hitched her knees up, planted her feet on the lounger and humped her hips upward, allowing me to coat my tongue. Intellectually I knew I was in the big, black chopper, but couldn't connect enough of the dots to know what that meant. Just before darkness covered me, again, Rebecca's face appeared above me. She'd been weeping, and I wanted to comfort her, but couldn't lift my arms to brush her face, to give her peace.I am certain I felt the chopper set down. The telltale bump of the ground is another clear memory. As certain as I was that we were back on the ground, I was equally certain I could do nothing. ”You busting a nut in your pants is a bigger deal than ogling at an eleven-year-old?When she came out to see her sister pull her sundress over her nude body, the younger of the girls got her clothes from the changing room to do the same. She had a hard time finding one that would fit while not making her look fat.I know Kung-Fu, and they have shapewear for this very reason.I got the size she needed, got her standing there naked, and soon had the modern girdle pulled up into place. She could. Also highlighting how much she had grown, but how unripe she suddenly looked. So pale. Within a day she had a bright pink haze over her body. By the second night she looked as if a golden frosting had been brushed over her, and after three days she was truly a body of shimmering gold, half done. On the fifth day she was done, her skin the colour of pale brown honey. She looked truly ripe, luscious, and ready to be picked. Her fruit was full and round, and when I tapped it I expected it to.