You won't let me finger your mouth anymore though, you figure that if my cunt really is as wet and juicy as it seems, then 'it' really is deserving of...reward. The sound I make can't be spelt with letters. You might think it's rehearsed, it's not! If I was going to create a soundtrack to complement our playtime, I'd take my time over it, make sure I sounded attractive! I wouldn't sound like some inbred wild animal in need of a merciful bullet to the brain. I suppose I sound a little like a whore. Her dress wasn’t too tight to make evident her curves but it was enough to give any man a boner. The first two buttons of the shirt remained unbuttoned and I could see her cleavage and bulging boobs struggling to fit in her braziers.It wouldn’t be right to call her a lean. She had fat, but all in the right regions making her a curvy enchantress. Maybe that was the reason the manager hired her.I sat before her. She was still buried in the computer. The fan brushed her hair away from her cleavage. And on the other side of her neck, two tattooed daggers pointed towards her heart.I hadn’t seen all of her body as she hated the sun and never came to the beach with us. But she had told me about other tattoos and piercings, like the goat she had tattooed above her mons the day her clitoral hood was pierced.Shortly after my pregnancy scare, Aza introduced me to Harri. And the moment I laid eyes on Harri, I knew she and Aza were peas in a pod. Not physically identical, as Harri was, at five-two,. But what would Aphrodite say if she knew he had made love to Alice? He tested the idea in his mind, and somewhat to his surprise, he found that the goddess approved of the notion. He was baffled by this, but he knew that as a mere mortal, it was impossible for him to divine the purpose of a goddess. Content that he would not be angering Aphrodite, he had set a time to see Alice that very evening.Alice now lay before him, her legs splayed, the only clothing the gloves doctors had prescribed her.