I can't help you if you don't show me the wound."She fumbled with the buttons and zipper in her jeans and with a tentative but smooth motion she drew ...er pants, as well as her panties, down to mid-thigh.I almost fell back in surprise as her little pussy came into view but, despite my surprise, I looked eagerly at it. It was the first one I had seen in all my fifteen year old life, except for once in some magazines. There was nothing special about it. It was just a rather high hill, coated with. Make their own rules.All of them ... including Sherry Masters.Some kind of 'acceptance' settled on her like a warm blanket. She was still aware that, only a month before, she'd have looked with scorn on a girl who agreed to share her boyfriend with another girl ... particularly another girl who was also his sister. But rather than chew on the fact that, somehow, she no longer could feel that scorn, she simply accepted the fact that things had changed. She had changed. It wasn't the. Rich and I were planning our anniversary in Las Vegas. the excitement of what was to come filling our heads with pleasurable ideas. As we arrive at the hotel, we check in, put our bags down, and I flop onto one of the beds, to test it's comfort level. Rich, taking this as a sign, springs onto the bed. laughing, we start making out, and fondling various parts. my hand travels down to the waistline of his jeans, running my finger past the button, i unsnap it, then run the zipper all. "Huh?" His eyes snapped up to hers and were transfixed.Cassie's eyes seemed to have new life to them. They glistened with renewed vitality and smoldered with a faint touch of desire. Her lips even appeared more full and red that he remembered them. She had a few of the top buttons of her blouse undone, drawing attention to the faint cleft between her petite mounds.Richie blinked a few times. Suddenly the aura around her was barely there. He could see only occasional wisps of it. He was not sure.