She then turned to me, 'What do you think mother, would you fuck him'? She was really getting into this dominatrix mode, she had a broad smile on her ...beautiful face, so irresistible and so young yet very adult.'Show us your cock', she demanded. Suddenly I felt in tune with her, this was so fucking sexual, I was being drawn in, the deep feeling in my gut suddenly made me horny for him, 'Better do as she asks', I said resigned, and I watched as he undid his pants and brought his cock out of his. I took a deep breath and let it out with a smile. This was going to be doable after all I thought. I returned inside and started putting away all of my goodies. Dresses, sandals, bathing suits, beach towels, and last but not least… a few good romance books. I did a quick change into a white, lightweight, cotton sundress and snagged one of the books from the table. A bottle of water, my sunglasses, and I was prepared to relax on my balcony while the ship finished getting out to sea. So there I. The razor glides almost effortlessly through the lather all the way to the top of my slit. He looks at the exposed skin where the lather has been removed and virtually every hair has gone. He rubs his finger up and down the newly bare strip. Although it is not totally smooth, it is very close. He repeats the process until my entire triangle is bare, then rinse off the remaining lather and inspects his handiwork. Although there is a little rough in a couple of spots, but no razor burn, and no. The chat was nothing sexual and no innuendos came out, it was light and pleasant talking about our lives and interests and a lot about Pippa and her upbringing without a father, my gaze kept switching between both of them as I listened with interest, Pippa at one point sat with one foot up on her chair which I think she was unaware gave me a glorious look between her legs, she had no panties on as they were in my pocket and I could clearly see her little labia lips protruding and a small mound.