” She explained to me that she had spilled juice all over her clothes and put them in the wash. She didn’t have anything to put on so she found ...one of my shirts. After she left I went to check on my sleeping baby in the nursery, and then walked back in my room. There on my bed was a pair of panties that wasn’t my wife’s. They were lacey and black with red trim. I picked them up and they were moist but they didn’t smell like juice. They had the musty smell of a woman’s crotch. My cock jumped. She also had her towel wrapped around her chest, but had pinned her hair up to keep it out of the water. It showed off her smooth neckline and shoulders. With the low light of the white lights strung through the g**** vines, both women looked gorgeous.“Well, I’m getting in,” said Mark. He grabbed his towel from his waist and ripped it off, apparently not minding that his manhood was in full display for the rest of us. Instantly I noticed that he had no pubic hair – he was shaved clean. His. I just want to make you feel good. That's what friends are for..."She was unable to control herself any longer, so great was her desire for the tender pussy of her young initiate. Her own cunt was soaked with the juices of her lust. This was the moment she had so patiently waited for!She leaned further towards tile young girl and touched her lips to Davie's half-open mouth, letting her pointed pink tongue flick across the warm softness. Davie moaned softly, knowing she shouldn't accept the. I knew I wasn't likely to ever get one, since it was hardly necessary for the functions I was already performing.I also learned how Frieda managed to perform that marvelous walk of hers, though I wouldn't have it down perfectly until I gave myself taller heels - and the proper feet to wear them - much later in life.Looking back on this event some people have said it was my first flash of true awareness, even if it didn't last beyond the moment. I won't dispute this. I did just describe this as,.