Before Sandy can give the silvia janisch naked at mr skin go ahead, the blonde loads the tape into the VCR as if she does it all the time. She then sits on the armrest of Sandy's chair and watches two silvia janisch naked at mr skin women undress and fondle a third. "She's got great tits!" Wendy says. "Shit! They must be Z-cups!" Jean goes behind the silvia janisch naked at mr skin counter to take a look, but the action bores her. "I've seen it already," she drones. "The titty play gets me wet, but the silvia janisch naked at mr skin fuck scenes are boring. And they only use a single dildo." She turns her attention to a catalogue on the counter and rests her elbows on the glass while paging through it. In this pose, her denim-clad ass lies directly in Sandy's view.
I finished while they talked about their son and his splashing, and she handed him the baby as I gave him the towel I was still holding from when I originally came in to take the baby out of the silvia janisch naked at mr skin tub for her. He left to dry and diaper the baby, and we smirked a little at his obvious insecurity. She was annoyed and said he wouldn't understand that women do these things with/for each other even if they are ‘straight’ or not lovers. She scooted down into the water to wet her hair preparing to wash it. I said what the hell, thinking we were already in trouble for him ‘catching’ me wash her back, and I took the shampoo and rubbed some into my hands.