ButTrishled the pack by a country mile. He surveyed her boldly. What abod! She was lying wantonly on the bed, her long, tanned legs spread wide in a t...ntalizing pose, exposing the softly palpitating lips of her cunt tohis prurient gaze. There were no patches of white to mar the evenexpanse of tawny shin; Trish sunbathed in the buff. Her firm,voluptuous breasts stood like matched mountains demanding conquest,their berry-sized crests already hard and quivering with anticipation. They began to. Monica brought all of her life experiences to her work as a rising porn film starlet, and she was continually amazed at the large numbers of people who seemed to enjoy her work. She thought back to the various boyfriends she'd had in high school and college and then the affairs she'd enjoyed having with different guys. She especially thought of the sexual experiences she'd had with Bill and she knew that her notoriety with him had done nothing to hurt her "name recognition" as a porn star. When. ”He stroked her right breast and then unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way. She slipped it off her shoulders. He slid her shoulder straps down her arms and lowered the fabric of the cups.Her breasts were compact and firm, barely B-cup sized and adorned with deeply pigmented pinkish-tan areolas. Centered in each was a slightly redder nipple the size of a pencil eraser.“They’re beautiful,” he remarked. “You’re beautiful. I love this little birthmark above your right nipple. It’s the sort of. I swear I won't do it again," Josaid.I looked at her, sadness on my face; the tears I once would have weptgone. I reached up and gently took her face in my hands, pulled it tome, and gently kissed her lips. Looking deep within her eyes, I whispered, "How am I to believe any ofwhat you say?"She stood their, tears in her eyes. My hands slipped from her face, Iturned, and left to do the dishes.Two nights later, I fulfilled my wifely duties by being Jo's woman. Forme it was only physical, the love.