He turned the girl over to me, I handed her off to Sergeant Louise Finch, and this one anyway, ended happily.Harold said, “Can you come by, Winter? ...I got me a problem.”I knew better than to ask about it over the phone. Bad enough he had my number at all. But Harold and I had a tenuous sort of relationship. We don’t respect each other, but he sometimes helps me out. Still does, even though Daddy is now retired from the KCPD.I told Harold I’d see him an hour or so. It was around 11 on a Saturday. As the clipper head touches my hood hiding my clit the vibration buzzes against the skin sending more electric shocks into my body, the contact is only brief but I so want her to hold it there and let me cum! It is not long before she is done; she puts the clippers away, gives my pussy a light dust with a cloth and removes the cotton sheets. She then proceeds to wax my stubbly pussy, coating hot wax on with a spatula and then rubbing gauze to the sticky area and quickly pulling it off. It is. Stan had got the idea from a story he'd read, once. An extended relationship was celebrated by the traditional giving and receiving of rings, but with a twist — each partner got three rings, which interlocked.He'd ignored the pagan ceremony that went with it, as none of them were particularly religious. But the idea had stuck.Now it was time. Stan, Anne and Denise went to stand in front of Sid and Ken. Elaine, a remote in her hand, pressed 'Play' and the sounds of Eric playing "Let it Grow". I then started my descent down her body once again. I reached her pubic area and begin to lightly kiss it. I wanted to drive her crazy so I decided that I would tease her for as long as I wanted. I then traced my tongue all around her pussy but never came in contact with it. My tongue then began to trace its way down the inside of both of her thighs.My eyes got a good look at the juices that were freely flowing out of her and it looked so delicious. I had no other choice but to give her exactly.