<strong>Day Two- Water Sports with Irene</strong><br/><br/>Hmmm . . . I don’t see a cock between those lovely legs of yours . . . No . . . no balls  either . . . so unless you’ve had some horrible injury . . . and that’s not a beautiful pussy which has mesmerized me . . .  you’re a lady.  You know Irene . . . it’s not what you do that defines you . . . it’s more about how you do it.  And Irene as the evidence overwhelmingly shows . . . you are one sexy woman.”<br/><br/>He made a point of stroking his cock to prove his point.  He groaned quietly as a clear bubble formed at its opening.<br/><br/>“As to your front . . . one area hasn’t been cleaned up yet, though it seems to have had some significant attention from you.  You could be a surgeon you know if you can make your cunny so smooth with a straight razor.  I have never seen a woman’s cunt devoid of hair before.  It’s stunning to look at . . . at you . . . god but you’re beautiful Irene.”<br/><br/>He stepped forward and gave her the soap.<br/><br/>“...as I said before lady’s choice.  But I need to touch your pussy.”<br/><br/>He slipped his hand down over her wet belly to between her legs.  He cupped her sex and held her like that.<br/><br/>“God damn it Irene.   You’re so fucking smooth, and warm . . . and I think a might wet . . . if you know what I mean. Am I wrong?”<br/><br/>He rubbed her pussy and then withdrew his hand.  He brought his hand up to his face and smelled his fingers.  “Mmmmmm . . . god but I like how you smell.”<br/><br/>Then he licked his fingers.  “Mmmmm . . . you taste mighty good too.”<br/><br/>He took the soap back from her and gently washed her pussy . . . thoroughly.  “Now I think you’re done . . . well not done . . . but washed anyway.  So do your worst Irene . . . I’m yours.”