Town For Bald Women- Epilogue
Town For Bald Women- Epilogue
Camille took out her key, unlocking the door and going into her apartment. She found Violet's daughter in the living room, reading.
"Hello!" Camille said. "Is the baby asleep?"
"Yes, I put her down not too long ago."
"Wonderful," said Camille, "You know, we have some time before my husband gets back, if you want to have some fun..."
Violet's daughter was quiet for a second. "We have time?"
"Yes, yes." The two bald women smiled and led each other into the bedroom. "Would you get me out of my work clothes?" Camille asked. She did and Camille soon returned the favor.
"Wow, it's been awhile... I missed this..." Violet's daughter placed her hand on Camille's shoulder. They kissed and descended gracefully into the unmade bed.
"I missed that too." Camille said as Violet's daughter kissed her neck. She bent over and kissed her pussy and began seeing what made Camille the happiest. Camille, of course, was already very happy and aroused. This was only the beginning, of course.
The tongue was her favorite. That was one thing Violet's daughter had learned, and she had come to enjoy them inside her too. As Camille's belly shrank, she had begun putting in work to do her part for Violet's daughter- something that they were both happy about. Camille came, but this was only the beginning.
Violet's daughter got to the other side of the bed and upside down Camille. This was another activity they could do know that they enjoyed. It was a great image, the two bald women joined as a beautiful, spiritual, and classic image, that today might be known as a "sixty-nine." Whatever it was, nothing could break their "bond." Neither was rambunctious doing their work, but slow and methodical.
When they grew tired of doing that, Violet's daughter noticed Camille's pussy was not completely tired yet-in fact it was a beautiful work of art. In either case, Violet's daughter began stroking it- yes, it's possible and it's great. Camille knew that when euphoric pleasure set in. She sometimes played with herself, but it was great when her younger lover did it. Violet's daughter masturbated too, often, but when she succeeded multiple times with Camille, she got the same as somewhat as a gift. And what a gift it was! Camille had said this was her first lesbian affair, but she had skill in a way doing it yourself just didn't.
"Don't stain the bed, darling." Camille said.
"I promise not to. Hey, maybe you could lick it up for me." she replied.
Eventually, they noticed the time and realized they should probably stop. Camille kissed Violet's daughter- on the top of her bald head and sent her out. It was early in the week, so she would be back tomorrow.
And when Camille's husband came home, he found her still masturbating on the bed.
Camille took out her key, unlocking the door and going into her apartment. She found Violet's daughter in the living room, reading.
"Hello!" Camille said. "Is the baby asleep?"
"Yes, I put her down not too long ago."
"Wonderful," said Camille, "You know, we have some time before my husband gets back, if you want to have some fun..."
Violet's daughter was quiet for a second. "We have time?"
"Yes, yes." The two bald women smiled and led each other into the bedroom. "Would you get me out of my work clothes?" Camille asked. She did and Camille soon returned the favor.
"Wow, it's been awhile... I missed this..." Violet's daughter placed her hand on Camille's shoulder. They kissed and descended gracefully into the unmade bed.
"I missed that too." Camille said as Violet's daughter kissed her neck. She bent over and kissed her pussy and began seeing what made Camille the happiest. Camille, of course, was already very happy and aroused. This was only the beginning, of course.
The tongue was her favorite. That was one thing Violet's daughter had learned, and she had come to enjoy them inside her too. As Camille's belly shrank, she had begun putting in work to do her part for Violet's daughter- something that they were both happy about. Camille came, but this was only the beginning.
Violet's daughter got to the other side of the bed and upside down Camille. This was another activity they could do know that they enjoyed. It was a great image, the two bald women joined as a beautiful, spiritual, and classic image, that today might be known as a "sixty-nine." Whatever it was, nothing could break their "bond." Neither was rambunctious doing their work, but slow and methodical.
When they grew tired of doing that, Violet's daughter noticed Camille's pussy was not completely tired yet-in fact it was a beautiful work of art. In either case, Violet's daughter began stroking it- yes, it's possible and it's great. Camille knew that when euphoric pleasure set in. She sometimes played with herself, but it was great when her younger lover did it. Violet's daughter masturbated too, often, but when she succeeded multiple times with Camille, she got the same as somewhat as a gift. And what a gift it was! Camille had said this was her first lesbian affair, but she had skill in a way doing it yourself just didn't.
"Don't stain the bed, darling." Camille said.
"I promise not to. Hey, maybe you could lick it up for me." she replied.
Eventually, they noticed the time and realized they should probably stop. Camille kissed Violet's daughter- on the top of her bald head and sent her out. It was early in the week, so she would be back tomorrow.
And when Camille's husband came home, he found her still masturbating on the bed.
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