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Your stubble is probably long enough now for the wax to grab. I suppose we could try." For the rest of the drive, he could think of nothing but to try and figure out what the hell had possessed him to agree to be waxed. Her imagination wasn't as inventive as his apparently. And as he knew, she hadn't been joking in the least. She was aware of her pussy muscles clenching and rippling against his member, and then she felt him squirting into her, and her orgasm just kept wracking her body in wave after wave. Nothing to worry about dear, it's just a very common thing. On Freaky Fridays in the historic 1932 Jack Shea Arena, skaters abandon their regular routines in favor of creativity, humor and amusement.You're not going see these athletes—some of whom will likely go on to Olympic careers—do this on TV, or anyplace else for that matter.Leaning over at the waist, knowing full well that the short sundress was riding very high in the back, he picked up the purse, and turned his head and gave Ian a big smile as he straightened up. "I do." His hand dipped lower now, massaging her thigh right at the hip, which was causing her labia to be tugged around. getting a little, overzealous, shall we say." "Still cryptic. I asked her to wash by back as I shampooed to save time. I said I thought my back was clean but feel free to keep going." "So she mistook you? "Thanks again for the help." It was likely a stupid thing to have done, and he was sure Emily would be furious if she knew, but somehow it felt good to give the poor guy a thank you he wouldn't forget. " She had been exhausted a minute ago, but it had been a while since she had last seen him this forward, and... I seem to be loosing interest." "Your finger sure isn't. The next thing I know, her hands are washing my derriere." "Just like that? What do you say, why don't you grab a waxing kit while you're in the pharmacy, and we can both fix ourselves up tomorrow? He had no answer though, and soon enough he was hopping out of the car after being handed the list of hardware that dad needed. He slid way down into the covers, where he got between her legs, but instead of putting his mouth on her wet pussy, he dipped lower. It drove her absolutely wild to be held at the cusp, waiting to be allowed an orgasm. She slid her hands up and washed my front, lightly massaging my breasts. It took her several seconds to come down in her post orgasmic glow, her husband still inside her, but now shrinking. " "I think you could use it to see what develops sure, and I'd love to see you waxed." "You would? It might even excite me as much as all this talk of lesbianism." "Mike... You seem to have gotten really excited when I admitted to..." "Getting excited? I don't know the reason, but well, guys tend to get real worked up when it comes to lesbian sex.