I had none other to compare it to but I thought it was beautiful. I wondered if it would be possible to feel of her pussy. I tried to reach with my ...ther hand but could only feel her belly. I pulled up her tee shirt and felt of her bare belly. I could feel the elastic band on her panties but that is as far down as I could reach.I decided, no matter what, I was going to try to get down there and lick her. I eased her head off my chest and onto my pillow. She rustled a bit and then seemed. * * * * * * * * * *Aaron Everett loved to hunt. The trip to India was long; he was far awayfrom his home country and his native deep green forests, with theirplentiful game and unique solitude. As a boy of 13, he would leave hishome behind, sometimes for days, worrying his mother to no end, butnever failing to bring back something for the pot and usually enough togive away to the neighbors. Although a blacksmith by trade, now, he hadnever ceased practicing with the longbow he and his father had. Yes, I think, I am going to blow cum out of my fucking dick all over myself. I stroke quicker at this dirty thought. I'm aroused enough now that I want to be dirty, to think dirty thoughts, to moan loudly, to exclaim aloud, "I'm gonna fucking cum." I want to push myself over the top into a mind-blowing orgasm. My thoughts go back to fucking Gina. Gina and I didn't make love, we fucked, she liked sex to be dirty and loud...----Gina liked to talk dirty when we fucked. Not during foreplay, but. My hard-on reaches new heights and my lack of success at the Tower Bar becomes part of ancient history. I get out of the back seat, and climb into the front passenger seat."I couldn't stop thinking about how hot you look in those slutty clothes after I dropped you off," says the driver, and I notice he is rubbing his crotch."Do you like them?" I say demurely, and I feel his hand on my thigh. I mentally urge him to move it higher."Oh God yeah," he moans. "I could see up your skirt in the mirror,.