. many times i tried to talk with her but she was hesitating….. But she slowly started talkin to me as she was alone at home after she would return ...home……. Slowly we started talkin like frns……We always talked through the windows…. Let me tell her abt her….. she was 5′ 8” good complexion with good figure …What always attracted me was her firm round boobs inside the tight ts and t tops she always wore… One day she was at home when iwas wearing my dress after the bath n saw me naked…. It came to. ’ A lick and quick suck of his head, then she continued, ‘So she turns me around and puts the wax on these strips alongside my pussy and presses on me and she says it’s going to hurt. She already asked me about what we do and I told her about the pain and the clamps and all so she figured I’d be into it. And I said you’re not distracting me this time and she said she had another way, and suddenly her fingers are in my pussy and, I was, like, just so wet. Then she pulled one of the strips off. I knew we would have a talk about Bree after she talked with her, but the way she said that we needed to talk filled me with a sense of trepidation over the talk.Sarah led me upstairs to the master bedroom."Get dressed," said Sarah. "It'll be easier to talk for both of us if we are dressed."Sarah went over to her dresser and picked out a pair of sweats. I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. When we were finished dressing, Sarah wordlessly led me down to the family room and had me sit down. She was with my mom. I felt like I was betraying my mom to even talk to Margie, but at the same time, I was incredibly turned on to have her in my room. Margie sat on the edge of my bed. She had put on a short, thin neglige. She still smelled like sex. She leaned over me and quietly asked, “Do you like what you've seen, sweetie?” In the darkness I could see her eyes boring into mine. She leaned close, but I couldn't speak. Her breasts hung beautifully, brushing against my bedsheets. .