When we got to the salon, it was called Lara's, and I saw that it wasclosed as this was Sunday. It suddenly popped in my head that I hadn'tbeen to chu...ch in a long while. I use to go every Sunday, and the ideathat I hadn't been in months was making part of me horrified, but theother part of me said fuck it. Marcia said, come on baby, so I did whatshe said. Her calling me baby made the fuck it part win, so we went upthe stairs.I felt panicked when we when up the stairs to the salon and the sign. Nice and thin, see!" Very nice." You don't shave, but you've got a nice trim beaver. Reminds me of the first few I knew. No thatch to hide the golden valley. A few strands and sometimes a soft down: not like the muffs I mostly get to know these days." You started early, then?" Soon as I could. I always wanted to taste and smell another girl's quim. Your own is never enough. However much you diddle, what you get pasted on your fingers is never as rich as the taste of coochie on the tongue. First. “Hi, Babe. You’re finally here.” She kissed me as I helped her to her feet. As she stood, her skirt fell back down into place. I closed her top around her and we started walking towards the door. We put our arms around each other and she leaned her head against my shoulder. Her legs seemed to be a little unstable. I wasn’t sure if it was the wine or the intense pounding her pussy had just received. As the elevator took us up to our room I admitted to Susan that I had witnessed the whole. “If you run or try to jump me, I’ll shoot your naked ass,” he told them while he was still getting some jerky out.When he turned back they were about three feet from where he left them, frozen in mid step.“Here, eat this and sit over by that tree and tell me your story, I still haven’t made up my mind whether or not to whip your butts.”The two took the offered jerky and moved over to sit down and eat. Both of them sat with their knees up as they ate like they were starved.“Cover your nakedness.