>>2323708I was going to. Even if Medea was not to my side, I was not even planning on taking it out and jacking it. This was more of a… spectacle, or a circus performance or movie. It had to be taken in, remembered forever; the rest could all wait.
“How do her buttocks compare to mine?” Medea asked me with her affected voice. I heard some rustling, a piece of cloth going up and something else going down. No way!
I looked away from Erika for the first time, didn’t think it was possible. It was Medea moving her skirt around but not showing anything at all other than her legs – which was nice, no arguing that –. She giggled at me and took her tongue out. “Got you, you perv! I am afraid it is not going to be so easy.”
She had lied to me but I forgave her. I laughed her joke off; it had been funny unlike that other one. “I’m sure yours is also very nice,” was that something to tell her that moment? My mind was not working okay. I switched back to check on Erika.
That butt was right where we had left it. She didn’t have any birthmark or anything on it to remember it by; its bubble shape would have to be enough.
“Oh… oh, my!” Medea expressed because Erika had bent over to wash her legs. It was… wow!
I had never gotten my hopes this high up. I thought I would get to see Erika buck naked, yes; but I thought that at most I would get a passing glance at her bush and that was it.
There was no bush; none at all! She was bare all over; and bending over the smallest, bean-shaped piece of clear brown skin made it out of the slit I was looking at without blinking. It looked amazing with water running down it; I now knew what Erika’s bald, wet pussy looked like!
