Christine was certain that his movements were designed to adjust a swelling between his legs. She finished tying her top and said, “Okay, it’s sa...fe now. You don’t have to worry about seeing my old lady boobs any more.”“You’re not old,” he responded hesitantly as he turned back to her, shrugging with apparent discomfort.“I’m pushing thirty. That’s ancient for an eighteen-year-old.”His face turned bright red, and Christine couldn’t hide her smile this time. “What’s this? Have you been with. Er, had our earlier career. It helped me to think in at least one universe the women were equal to or better than the men."I'd learn they were a little shy, now that we were together, about their past. I had cleared the air on that fast. "What's done is done. You had your reasons. And it's years in the past, and you can't rewrite history. What matters is we're here, right now, and we're committed to each other. If I didn't trust you, this would never work." I got some extra good loving, if that. Linda saw it as a loose/loose option, for Lisa it was win/win.Clearly Linda was never going to win, but she decided to prove it was just a 'self' fetish she had, and mouthful by mouthful, wiped each bit through her own pussy. This was so humiliating, but imagine the alternative, of using another's pussy instead. She was 'proud' of her choice. At last breakfast was over, but it was still only 9:30 am on Saturday - this weekend was going to last forever. As directed, she cleaned up after. ” “Wow, how was it?” “Different. One thing is for sure, no man can ever lick pussy like a woman, they just don’t know what to do.” I laughed and put out my cigarette. “You might be right about that. Mike is OK, I guess, but some of the others, they had no fucking clue to what they were doing.” Anne laughed and finished her wine. Then she looked around and caught the attention of Paola, who was standing by the door. When she walked towards us, her boobs bounced and I figured she wasn’t.