Sissy’s is more the color of golden brown corn silk where Joy’s is more like the fully mature almost black corn silk. Sissy’s pubic hair is long...and lays in soft loops, just like I had imagined from the way it felt on my fingers from last summer and also by the pubes she had left in her panties that I examine almost every day after she leaves them in the clothes hamper.As I spread her legs my blood rushes to my face as I cast my eyes on the beautiful sight before me. “I love that” she says.. Giving him a tired smile, she pulled him on top of her."I've got to take a piss," he protested."Later," she took his cock and inserted it into her. "I'm horny now." He didn't protest when she locked her heels against his ass. "Slow and easy, baby," she said soothingly. "I want your cum, not your urine."She guided him in the way she wanted him to please her. She shrieked out an orgasm but continued moving her hips careful not to make his bladder suffer. 'This chick knows how to screw', he. "Shouldn't that at least make a difference or something?" Not even a little," Atwood answered truthfully."Shit," Jules mumbled. "So...what happens now?" I did what I could," Atwood shrugged. "You know the drill - if we had a Siberia, you'd be headed there. I did manage to keep your banishment in house, so you'll still be technically working for Homeland." So I'm not fired?" Jules perked up just a little."You may wish you were," Atwood raised an eyebrow. "You've been assigned out into the field.. She knocked twice and said, "Mr. Gotbux, your afternoon pantyboy ishere."I was the "afternoon pantyboy?" Did he have morning pantyboys andevening pantyboys?Probably.The door opened and, thank goodness, he didn't look like a weirdo.He looked awfully good, actually.Mid-thirties.Handsome.Hairy chest.Big cock.I knew all that since he was wearing a shortie bathrobe that was openin the front.His cock was flaccid, but it practically sprang up when he saw me.He smiled broadly and said, "Welcome, my.