Our eyes met. She smiled and moved to the table, resting her p***y on the corner. I watched the wood press into her wet panties, the fabric not containing all the strands of her tawny pubic hair. "It worked," she said. "Roger started wrestling with me. We hadn't done that since we were little kids. Of course, it didn't take long until my top came off. Roger acted embarrassed, but I knew. He apologized, but I told him, 'If you wanted to see, you just have to ask. You've seen all of me, so it's no big deal.'"
Lexi leaned her head over so she could see my erection. Unconsciously, I had my hand on my c**k. "You and Roger look the same," she said. She was rubbing her p***y on the table, leaving a wet spot. "Roger blushed, then smiled and put his hands on my hips, 'Please?' he asked, so I told
