It was clean and soft...She had a few pubic hair on her...I rubbed my finger outside her pussy...I slowly inserted in and push and pulled....She moane... a little and covered her face...She didn't want me seeing her orgasm face...A lil moment later she moaned and arched her back... She came...I opened her skirt and pulled it off...Some of her love juices squirted on her skirt...I rubbed her pussy a little more...By that time my cock was as hard as it can get...I unzipped my slacks and pulled down. Ever. And I wasdressed like a girl. Part of me was pretty sure this was going to sendsome therapist's kid to college someday. But, mostly I felt that sameoverwhelming rightness I had started feeling earlier at home. Then shedrew back and tilted her head a bit."Sorry, smudged your lips there, Victoria. Here," she said handing meher mirror and reaching for my purse. She looked into it and pulled outthe lipstick. "Sorry," she said. "Hold still and watch in the mirror,okay". She gently. When Penny returned to the living room, Annie was already seated on the couch and sipping tea. Penny sat down and picked up her steaming china cup. ‘Mmm, this is delicious.’ ‘It’s supposed to be good for pregnant women.’ Silently, they savored their tea while glancing around the room, neither woman willing to broach their palpable nervousness. Consciously, Penny tried to swap the sexy thoughts about Willie with visions of Annie. She enjoyed the fantasy of someone new and different wanting. .White gurlie-boy-whore, what’s your name?” “Rebeca,” I replied in my best femme voice. “Oh yeah? You a hot little white faggy-bitch, go on over in front of Tameesha and feed that white-bitch cock of yours to her in front of her husband. Really jam it into her throat…” I stood right in front of her and pulled her just over the end of the table so her head would droop down into perfect throat-fuck position. I watched myself and Tameesha in the mirror as this obviously intelligent and.