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I finished while pantyhose wife 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 pantyhose wife tub for her. He left to dry and diaper the baby, and we smirked a little at his obvious insecurity. She was pantyhose wife annoyed and said he wouldn't understand that women do these things with/for each other even if they are ÔstraightÕ or not lovers. She pantyhose wife 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 ÔcatchingÕ me wash her back, and I took the shampoo and rubbed some into my hands.
The woman was gorgeous, with Amazonian proportions. Tall, broad-shouldered, with fantastic heavy breasts and a great big heart-shaped ass. I'm not typically what you'd call an ass man, but with this girl it was hard not to notice. She had short hair and very dark skin, looked to be about my age (23 then.) I sank back into the shadows of my apartment and watched. I've never been a pantyhose wife lurk in the bushes Peeping Tom type, but I'm not one to ignore a free show, either. I watched the woman for several minutes as she walked around her apartment un-self-consciously, obviously trying to cool off by air-drying. Finally, she crawled into bed, still naked, and turned off the lights, ending that night's performance.
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