Monday

She was at the sink doing her morning ablutions in her short summer robe, having just showered. Her dark still-damp curls, held back from her face by a berrette, tumbled down her back almost to her slender waist. She leaned slightly over the sink, looking into the mirror as she prepared to brush her teeth, her legs about shoulder width apart.

I ducked quietly into the bathroom and sat myself down between her feet with my back low against the sink cabinet. I leaned back pushed my shoulders back and out between her legs, bowing them out as I raised my head between them and under the hem of her robe. I paused for a moment, gazing at her perfect pussy. Her secret lips were full, and her triangle of dark curly hair framed them exquisitely. Her slightly annoyed grumble of protest at my rude jostling turned into a squeak of surpize and alarm as I raised my head and kissed her there, then started running my tongue up and down her outer lips.

Instinctively she jerked backward, but I brought my hands up to her ass, kneading her cheeks as I pushed her back onto my tongue, which now began to gently, shallowly divide her pussy lips and tickle her insides. I heard her grumble some more, then sigh - whether from annoyance, resignation, or pleasure I neither knew nor cared - and began brushing her teeth.

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