Nicolas was trying to remove his clothes also, and had a bit trouble with his shorts going past is now ridged cock but he managed after a while.Nicola... finally started speaking some sense, "Sabrina, I see you have a lovely pussy and pubic hair, I have this friend, a lady working part time in the restaurant but she is also a hairdresser and she does work on pubic hair sometimes. I have heard that she is a real artist and a bit kinky, how about I ask her to come along and make some artwork from. She pulled up her shirt and kneaded her breasts, tweaked her nipples. The sensations raced down her overheated body to her quivering pussy. Her right hand traveled down her body, over her gently rounded stomach, into the thatch of brown curls. She used her index finger to swirl around her clit before pressing it. Honor’s breath hitched at the sensation. If only Gabe’s talented and agile tongue could replace her finger. Honoria spread her legs as far as her restraining pants would allow, then. It seemed both shorter and longer thantwo months. Shorter, for I had tried to convince myself that my state wastemporary and something temporary cannot last for months. But alsolonger, as I had become rather comfortable in my girlish form, no longerdistracted by long hair draping across face or entangled by long skirts.Strange no longer seemed strange, instead it was my past that had begunto seem unreal. "Aye sweetie, it has been that long."Standing in momentary silence, we each reflected on. Time and time again when I masturbated my mind would go back to doing it outside on that hot sunny afternoon. I'd remember the warmth of the sun on my skin, the roughness of the rock against my back, the sound of birds in the trees around me as I tugged my swimsuit aside and played, and in no time my pussy would feel hot and wet under my fingers as I rode the wave of pleasure to climax. In my calmer moments I'd thought a lot about how it could've ended in crushing embarrassment or worse if.