“Hey, Linda. I continue to move about the room, finally flinging my blouse off and away from me. That has got to be his best feature. He seems to be relaxing with a little more distance between us. I think we mostly just do what comes natural.” He kisses my neck, below my ear, and I feel goose bumps forming, all over my skin. He gently presses down on my pubic bone, testing. The cold water is bracing and refreshing. He then stands close, facing me, still holding my small hands in his large ones. “Do you think that I am pretty?” I pause in my movement, and strike a demure pose. This involves splits, squats, clasps, jumps, and even a tumble. He normally doesn’t talk very much, but he sure seemed to be having a good time with Sandra. With his cock in my hand, I run it up and down my slit, parting my labia and feeling my slick juices coating him. My labia have opened wide, of their own accord, and I feel him tracing the opening of my vagina with his tongue.
