My pussy was shaved. I didn't do it for James really, he never asked me to do it, personally I just preferred how it felt. How soft my mound would be ...when I touched it. It made me gasp. I'd never you know... fingered myself before. I'd rub my clit but never had I dared to reach into my wet love hole. James had tried but I only wanted him to do it. " I just think it would be good if you tried it, the thought of you fingering yourself makes me feel so..." as he said it his lips quivered. It was a. It gave him a good opportunity to do some wood working in his shop, surf the net, and occasionally, go out for a drink with one or two of his golfing friends. In addition, Ellen seemed much happier now that she had some time to spend doing female things with her good friends. Before they agreed to "Wives' Night Out", sex between them had grown somewhat stale and was down to only a couple of times a week. Since starting her once a week outing, Ellen was far more responsive in bed, and they were. H was in the throws, of thanking her friend, who by the way was looking a little uncomfortable, when the delay was announced. Thus, it was Ellen that arrived first, Rodney nipping over the bridge to greet her, and carry her case back to mother and her friend. Hands were shaken on introduction and the sisters hugged to the discomfort of mother, though nothing was said. H however grinned at Rodney, in a knowing way. Her train arrived and she too hugged her friend, the bra doing the job it was. She clung to him in fear of losing this exquisite leverage. With quiet conviction, he told her that she was going to climax – the first of many.Wild eyed, she looked at him in astonishment and nodded weakly. To a rattling groan of relief, she shuddered from the deepest part of her body. Her lips open, her heavy-lidded eyes closed as she exhaled deeply with a wavering groan. Convulsing beneath him, a sloshing noise punctuated each thrust as a soaking wetness flooded from her body. Unperturbed,.