It wasn’t a cultural or religious thing, but a medical one because of the Troubles and the aftermath.She looked thoughtful like she had figured some...hing out about Vinci, but she didn’t say anything. She simply took gentle control and guided him down on her. She encouraged him more with touches than words, but he got the messages easily enough. He was so hesitant, which confirmed her thoughts, she had realized Vinci was a virgin! Part of her was shocked, but when she thought about it, it made. Her slightly parted legs drew my eyes to the closely trimmed hair between her legs. I’d never been with a black girl before, so when the moon moved from behind the clouds, I saw that her pubic hair was finer than I expected, silky soft. Awe struck, I could only stare. Raising her arms above her head, Cassandra stretched like a cat, her legs spreading wide, exposing her womanhood to my scrutiny. Then with a mischievous smile, she reached up and twisted her fingers in my hair and pulled my. She let out a lustful groan as I caressed them and slipped my middle finger under her cotton panties to press against her musky anus. By now I told her to pull her dress down and remove her bra to expose her magnificent, mouthful sized tits showing off her half-inch long, erect nipples. I suckled them like a newborn while my hands worked her ass crack and my throbbing cock slowly dry humped her pussy. After an hour, I pulled her off me and placed a pillow under her head and had her arch her ass. The clothes were disheveled fromearlier when Nicole was frantically searching for a magic totem. I found adrawer of shirts. I pulled out what I think a cami is. A thin yellow tanktop with spaghetti straps. Similar to what I woke up in. I also found adrawer of flannel pajama bottoms. Pink, purple, ducks, sheep. I looked atmy options, sighed and took out the aqua duck-print pajama bottoms. Forsomeone who dresses to impress, I was surprised her pajama bottoms weremore whimsical.I took off the.