” She laughed.We hurried to my car, and I drove out to a totally private spot I had used with Sarah in our courting days. Happy memories. It’s a g...ood job my big car was an automatic, because Helen took my hand and pushed it up her skirt and pressed it against her panties. Her other hand was between my legs stroking the inside of my thigh. I just about managed to keep the car on the road, and I was grateful it was only a further few miles.As soon as I stopped Helen was out of the door, and got. Now the gush of water from the massive shower head high above us. The way you hold my face as you kiss me makes me cry (it always does.)We curl up together under the monsoon rain. We wriggle round so that our mounds are pressed together. Our hands clasp and pull, and the rhythm begins. Our bodies know how to take it from here. And we rock in a gentle rhythm."So, any plans for the weekend?" you say as if I was at the hairdresser's.Tribbing and giggling at the same time, it can be done. Now it's. I put my hand down her pants and felt my first pussy. This was the late 70's so it was nice and hairy, and of course wet. Now I understood how it worked!I told her I wanted to see it and she undid her zipper and pulled her pants down. So now I am seeing my first pussy! It was awesome and since she was a real blond she had very light pussy hair. I smelled her musty scent of pussy for the first time.She said she wanted to see me as it was only fair. Never having been asked before I immediately. It was a bright sunny day and Kay was wearing the minimum of clothing that she felt was within her standards of decency, a white linen skirt below a delicate white top. The top did not exactly reveal her breasts because she was wearing a bra, but the bra was somewhat delicate and so those rather sweet mounds could still be seen, even though only faintly. For some time she had been going straight to Alex’s flat as soon as she arrived in town. This allowed them more time together, and on days of.