Now she teased me by taking off her stockings and suspenders leaving the panties to last. I fully expected the Japanese ladies in 1964 to be natural a...nd covered in thick pubic hair as few females bothered to shave their lady gardens back then. Okay eating a bald pussy is nice, but I preferred the ones with their lovely juices strained through pubic hair, the main reason wife Sarah grew the thickest forest I,ve ever eaten from. Of course at that time I wouldn’t, even meet my wife for three. Mum had apparently been quite forthcoming and complied with all requests,providing any and all information required and answering any questions thatshe was asked. Overall the stuff in there really opened my eyes to howserious mum was about this.Towards the end of the document, which took me about two hours to read anddigest (as much as I could at that time of night) Bev asked mum to explainin detail, why she thought that mum and I would make an ideal partnership.Mum's response was a bombshell. It was still dark outside. He rolled over in his tangle of sheets and groaned. Something felt odd. Very odd. He tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. Something was wrong with his cock. Donnie rolled over, jumped out of bed, and pulled down his boxer shorts to examined himself. His cock was hard, very hard. It was not any longer, but it was swollen fat and ached terribly. It was the worst case of blue balls he had ever experienced. He urgently needed to cum. Donnie rushed to his. “You’re very pretty,” he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my suit had slipped up in my crotch. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the suit or just let it be?…I was getting aroused by the thought of being watched…admired?… by the handsome native with the strong arms.I mean, I’m attractive and attracted and he must also have been attracted to attractive me. It was natural and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and continued my hike. Let him look.