It hardly seemed relevant. She hopes he won't notice her haemorrhoids and tries to hold her buttocks together. By the time he reached them, her legs were closed, primly. Sitting nearby, he opens his newspaper. Tightening her buttocks, she opens her legs.
Secret places are best shared.
Looking at her secret place, he ran his tongue over his lip. She looked at him looking at her secret place and ran her tongue over her lip. She strains to open herself more to him, to move towards those fingers which were ultimately joined to a tongue and penis. He strokes her, her clitoris a peak labial bauble, erect. Like he is erect.