As I continued to suckle and knead with one hand the other moved to her thong, she moaned as I rubbed her damp crotch with my palm, I could discern th... shape of her cunt through the now soaking material as I rubbed her through her thong. As I knelt upright she lifted her bum and allowed me to pull her thong down her thighs and legs, off one leg then she discarded it by kicking it away. At last I had the chance to gaze on her hairy bush, I kissed her inner thighs in turn tantalisingly close to. I was probably moaning. A lot. I was probably moaning a lot. His fingers pumped into me faster and he started sucking on my clit mercilessly and I groaned. ‘Charr…mmm…please…’ His other hand gripped the back of my thigh, biting into my skin and I came hard. Char lapped at me until I had finished shuddering, and then he kissed down my legs and back up, until he’d kissed me from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. Of course, he took his goddamn time about it, too. I pulled his face to. " No, they can't, BUT they are experts at making us feel guilty, and it would take all the fun out of being with you if they were constantly complaining. We're already getting some grief about planning to spend the summer holidays working, instead of being at home with them, and it's going to be really uncomfortable if they don't co-operate." Have they said anything yet?" No, not directly. But they spent most of last Saturday and Sunday asking questions as if we were children, and it's clear. . ifwe did the complete swap of who we were. Would that be weird or wouldthat be the right way to do this?I could easily get the mens clothes that I need - I mean I waspractically wearing them right now so that would not be a major deal. Icould slick my hair back - use some strong hair gel - that should do thetrick. And..oooh - underwear. I could wear some plain white men's briefsunderneath - I chuckled inside - I could not even begin to imagine thelook on Mike's face when I took of my pants.