Fred stared long and hard at her crotch which was now just a few inches in front of her face. Her thong looked slightly damp and he was sure he could smell her p***y.
"I suppose that's probably the best way," he agreed and, without asking, peeled down her g-string.
Claire eagerly stepped out of it and kicked off her heels, thinking that it should be easy enough to convince him of the efficacy of the drops. She lay back on the sofa and opened her lithe stocking covered legs.
Fred was incredulous. The most attractive woman he'd ever met was lying virtually naked in front of him freely offering him her cunt. This wasn't a fantasy; this was real! He knelt in front of her.
The first thing he noticed was that the little patch of hair above her p***y was as red as the hair on her head. He cou
