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dilated her vulva became as I buzzed around it. I felt really uncomfortable when I realized the vibrating sensations of the shaver had also caused Amys clitoris to poke up out of its bald little hood. My shaving her undeniably had aroused her. The second I shut off the shaver, she checked herself out in the mirror.
She seemed pleased with what she saw then informed me it was my turn! I told her there was no way, but she threatened to tell the guys that I attacked her, tied her up and shaved her in a fit of insane passion. Amy pushed me back down on the sofa, then sat down backwards on my chest and pulled my nightgown up around my waist. I wiggled and protested, but she was possessed and her busy shaver quickly buzzed over ever nook and cranny of my pubes. As soon as she let me up, I too, examined myself in the mirror, but my skin was all red and raw everywhere shed shaved. When I complained, she told me not to be a baby, got some skin cream, squirted some in her palm and then to my astonishment, smeared it all over my itchy genitals. She asked if Id like to cream her up, but I politely declined. She made a point of massaging cream all over herself, not once, but twice.
As if nothing special had just happened, Amy plopped down on the opposite end of the couch and rubbed more skin cream into her arms and legs. I was still shaken by the experience so I tried to find solace by continuing my letter to you. I pulled my up my legs to rest the computer on and nervously began to compose again. Amy continued her preening and I, my typing.
She has just finished moisturizing her feet with lots of skin cream and curiously, I feel what seems to be her warm smooth big toe press against my pussy! I feel the slippery toe tickle around, then push into my vulva! It feels so big and alive as it wiggles about inside me! Im trying my best to ignore these incredible sensations by continuing to type. Ive looked up and am glaring at Amy, whos lustfully grinning back. I realize exactly Laura, where these crazy notions are coming from but that smirk on her face is too much to bear. Two can play at this game! Take that Amy! Oh my, my big toe just slid right into her vulva. Are big toes supposed to feel wetness like this? Shes getting so creamy and loose as I wiggle my toe! I can feel my heart pounding up the side of my neck!
Damn you! Damn you Laura!
PS. Just to make absolutely sure you get this message before Ive cooled down, Im sending it, as well as your stupid story to the Email address we found in your Sympatico information file!
After receiving that less than glowing reaction to my diary, I
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resigned myself to a summer of boring, doting wife activities, all centering around my husbands convalescence period. However, I was surprised at how quickly he bounced back from his heart attack. He was enrolled in a wonderful Cardio-Rehab program through the hospital that completely took over his life. Hed walk for hours through the marshes and the lakeshore trail. He attended weekly lectures that taught him about heart and cardio-vascular health.
He stuck to the Canada Food Guides principles and in only six weeks had lost 25 lbs. Most curiously of all, Dougs eyes changed. They were clear, sparkling and blue as the Alberta sky! I guess the eyes are more than the gateway to the soul. It seemed they were also the best indicator of bodily health.
One Saturday in mid June, Doug brought home a lightweight aluminum canoe from a yard sale and an electric trolling motor with battery from a sporting goods store. Halfway through our maiden voyage it became aware to me that my paddling was more hindrance than help. The little electric trolling motor pushed our canoe up our meandering creek effortlessly. After we passed through the immense 401 culvert sunken bicycles, tires and old shopping carts halted our expedition so we turned around.
I had Doug stop inside the giant culvert so I could have a pee without exposing myself to the truckers whizzing by up on the highway. With all those babbling brook sounds echoing under the six-lane, a certain middle-aged mother of two dribbled profusely as she swung her leg out of the canoe and onto the bank! Once I was completely relieved, I climbed back in but chose to face rearward to get a different perspective of things and keep any eye on that damaged husband of mine
I felt like a Victorian heroine, dreamily gliding along and trailing my fingertips in the water. As idyllic as it all seemed, the fact still remained that my wet panties felt gross and were dampening the joy of the experience so I whipped off my shorts to speed my underwears drying.
Suddenly a face I hadnt seen in nearly twenty years was starring intently at my crotch! Ive never understood why men were turned on by womens erect pink nipples peeking through wet white T shirts, so I certainly wasnt prepared for the glimpse of passion in Dougs sparkling blue eyes. It seemed my husband was turned on by wet panties as much as wet T shirts!
He stopped the motor dead in the middle of the stream and reached out to the center thwart. He pulled himself up then kneeled on the floor. When he ran his thumb up my crotch, I said, "Theyre not that kind of wet, you old fool!"
"They could be." he mused as he clinched his fingers down inside my waistband. He dragged down the front of my silken white briefs then jammed the pee-soaked billow of nylon against my pussy. Three wiggly swirls and I felt the tautly stretched spandex fold my labia