I gave them a little squeeze and felt a familiar moistening in my pussy. I let my hand wander down my body and two fingers slide between my thighs�...yes, I was very wet. Feeling daring, I slid my hand down inside my bikini bottoms and let my fingers explore my pussy, parting my legs slightly as I did so. I felt very naughty, I could hear my neighbours still laughing; they had no idea what I was up to. Smiling to myself I untied the bikini at either side and let the material fall between my. The washing of her hair takes some time, the stylist tells me she will go back and see what the delay is."What the f... " says the stylist. She returns and explains that she will cut my wife's hair out the back. I ask why as no one else is in the salon. "Your wife is in her underwear! Sir" she exclaims " Sandra is most er … embarrassed." She is not my wife, she is my slut" I state walking to the back of the salon."Mrs Jones go to the front with the stylist to get your hair styled."I look at the. Nuit ignored the crudity, savouring the smooth curve of the ass, going between, touching secrets. Listening to the anxious breathing and soft words c'mon c'mon pleading ordering at the same time. Now that they both were over the line where seduction no longer needed that soft sure touch, Brownie moved and rested his body against the other bucket, taking a temporary break from love's labour. Breathing hard he looked right at Nuit, saying "Let's fuck.... ok" looking around with long hair flying. There were several people seated nearby. Our drinks came and we "cheered" each other. The bartender smiled at Joan and gave her a full body once over. Joan's cropped top ended just below her breasts and her skirt ended just below her mound. She swiveled so that she was facing him and leaned forward to get her drink. The bartender got a full view of Joan's tits and her nipple rings. She smiled at him. I smiled at them. Joan then swiveled around so that she was facing the rest of the room. She.