Her labia were a joy to behold. So neat, so tidy; a perfect slit just like her little sister. But then what lies within? Again; perfection, neat tidy ...ith no excess folds of skin. Then under that little hood lay her clitoris; that little pleasure button which made her squeal when I rolled my tongue around it. Isabelle was, for me at least the almost perfect fuck. She had everything; the perfect body in every way. She looked right, smelt right, tasted right and once excited would fuck like the. ’ I couldn’t believe my eyes, there was this lovely mature woman, pleasuring her self for all to see. I could’nt hold back I pushed against the window and slipped my stiff cock deep inside her. She only lasted a couple of minutes before I felt her sopping pussy contracting on my cock as she orgasmed. I sat her back on the stool and knelt between her legs and began to clean her pussy. She pulled my head ino her folds and nearly suffocated me with the pressure, she was soon seriously aroused. Alright." Brad took my hand and lead me to the back of the house through the kitchen and out the back door. Christina's backyard was large and lead to a section of trees. Passing some drunk smokers on her deck, we descended the stairs to the grass and walked out of the light over by the trees where we could be out of ear shot of anybody. "Alright Jackie. Look, this isn't easy for me to say, but I just wanted to apologize for what happened at prom. It was so wrong of me to treat you like that.". Monday Carol and I drove to the site where the young woman Shanna Batte disappeared. The drive took us just over an hour but that was because most of the roads were secondary with quite a few bad bends and totally unfamiliar to me. To start we pulled into a café for a coffee and while there we got speaking to a local."You're not from these parts are you?" he asked"No, we are interested in the disappearance of the young woman that was in the local newspaper." Oh you mean Shanna, she was a lovely.