He wasted no time in putting his hand between my legs and finger inside me pussy, all the time staring deeply into my eyes, his were like Steve McQuee...'s, a twinkling sky blue, 'Well', he spoke in a laboured slow way, 'Mariel Roberts, should I ever go blind, or meet you in a dark room, I will know who you are by touching your pussy', and as he spoke, he poked until the unyielding orifice gave way, and his finger touched your cervix, welcome to Bobs world.'I came when he did me', said a voice,. Oli simply smiled at his readiness but they arose and walked away, leaving Peter to stare at her lovely ass getting smaller as she departed. He beat his meat to make it wilt.Their paths didn’t cross the next day and he was optimistic as he strode towards his special place just before sunset. Waiting for him was another young woman, not Oli. She didn’t give her name and gestured to him to sit beside her. When the sun touched the horizon she said, “Does it like me? I would like it.” Her hand. * Later that night Froo sat fuming as couples that had been friends with her and Gary when they were married, but had not bothered asking her round, or ignored her invitations to come to her after the divorce, chatted with Misha, offering him to play golf with the men, or how about the two of them coming over for supper one night this week? During the past year she had sat at home most weekends, with nowhere to go, even thought she was free and Gary had Jace. But when she had asked people if. "We broke apart each of us looking into the others face without saying a word. We were both breathing harder than normal and I couldn't help from stealing a quick glance at her heaving breasts as they pressed against the thin material of her white blouse under her suit jacket as if straining to get out. Then I looked up, staring once again into her eyes and they told me she had noticed where I had stolen a glance and it hadn't displeased her.With the spell broken we both looked a little.