Or as I had woman tell me long ago when I really didnt know how to fuck she said: You got some sorry Dick. And dont no woman want a man with Sorry Dic.... I never forgot that.Butt dig this back to my story: Charlise had one of them Hairy Pussies.Puss was hairy as a Nigga with a Bushy Afro.When she did wear panties the hair would be sticking all out da side of da Muthafuckaz. And I loved dat shit.Cuz wit me, the HAIRIER da Pussy da better. Im one of DEM Niggaz who love a Bitch dat look like she. The kind of perfect spooning position that you could never pull off if awake. Her soft hands were cradling mine against her smooth skin. She pressed the one to her breast. Heavy breaths and low moans escaped her lips as she worked the fingers of the other deep inside the drenched hole between her legs. It was that initial sensation of her wetness, and the force with which she began to manipulate my hands, that first awakened me. The sleep I was in, was of the deepest variety. I hard day,. Even flaccid my cock is impressive and this woman's eyes had difficulty leaving it. She managed to say 'Sorry!' before dragging the child out of the changing room. To my amusement she couldn't help a quick look back as she exited the room.'No problem' I called after her 'I'll be done soon.'I thought about my brief look at her and liked what I'd seen. She was average height, slimmish and very pretty. Her long hair, not quite blonde was also appealing. I decided to put my trunks back on and go. The maid, a woman of thirty or so, a Scot I believe, indentured, was very amiable and soon had bedded all the company and settled into a routine that brought her an eager lover and a few shillings two or three times a day.The major's wife was another matter entirely. We dragooned Michael, by agreement the handsomest of Foster's men, a mean-spirited killer and quick-witted seducer of women who looked like a choirboy, to make the first approach, and he was in her bed the second day her husband.