Ana had shaved her smooth labia just a few days ago and her pubic hair had started to grow back again...I resisted the temptation to dive in and just ...stroked Ana’s firm buttocks.She murmured something, but she did not even open her nice eyes...I kept massaging her ass cheeks and thighs, applying some soft baby oil.Then I slipped into bed beside her and continued my task; but now Ana rolled onto her back and she smiled opening her arms for me. We enjoyed a long lingering kiss, with our bodies. Please let me show you. :-pBreaut: Good enough.Breaut: What were you like as a kid?pwt: Shy. Not popular. A loner I guess.Breaut: Very sad.pwt: Not really. It’s a cliche but from kindergarten on the boys liked cornering me at recess, lashing me to a tree and peppering me with mud balls. They chose me because I faked distress really well and cried but never tattled. I always cleaned up the evidence when they’d finished and took the blame for all the dirt. Unfortunately the boys lost interest in. She’d tapon my nipples a little, then she’d sit back. Her handsslid down my body.This wavy motion continued, hands moving up, each timea millimeter closer to my pussy, massaging my breasts,the moving back down and gaining another millimeter.The anticipation was killing me! I raised my leg alittle to give her a little encouragement and I felther panties with my knee. Even with only a knee, Icould tell she was wet. She pushed back a tiny bit andI slid my knee side to side, not exactly. Her nipples fared no better, becoming beyond sore, and just aconstant source of pain. I woke up, looking into her eyes. Her eyes were red and swollen, but she abstained from crying. I unclamped her clit, and the blood flow immediately engorged her, causing herto groan, and try to forward bend in pain. I then unclamped her nipple, causing an almost equal response. I rolled her from her side, and faced down again, unroping her limb and taking my knife, cutting away the duct tape to her ankles..