It pricks my exposed tips of my labia where they peak out between my labia majora-what I call my 'cootch' or my 'lab'.I sometimes tell people "I have ... hairy white lab" when I am secretly lusting after them.I am pretending I mean 'a dog', of course.Actually, my lab' is more peachy colored and the hair is black black black and shiny as licorice. Also, the hair is usually at least partially shaved so, I guess I should start saying "I got my lab groomed today".I feel a trickle of moisture tickle. “Mmmm,”, I said “should have saved that for dessert...”“I wouldn't mind something warm and creamy for dessert myself.” She giggled and began eating.We got back to the office and I tried to concentrate on work, which wasn't easy. Thoughts of heavy breasts, hard nipples and tight creamy pussy kept popping up, among other things. Lisa wasn't making it any easier. Every time our office mate took a break or left for a meeting she would start talking about how she couldn't wait to get at my cock, or. I'm beginning to suspect that his success with the ladies isn't all because of his charm."Nina reluctantly signed on with the plan but she insisted on getting her father, Sean Murphy, involved. Mr. Murphy was semi-retired as the head of Thornton-Turner security and had access to people and technology to help cook Tony's goose. Nina was all for Tony getting his nuts crushed in a vise. After some back and forth, she agreed to keep the Cavanaughs in the dark about everything until Rochelli was out. He kissed each of his ladies and complimented them on their style. The group had plans to visit four art galleries tonight. Dan told the ladies of his recommended sequence naming a few of the artists they discussed earlier in the week. His intention was to visit what he thought of as Artsy’s gallery last in hopes that the crowd might be thinner and they would have time to visit with the woman who was still a close friend if no longer a lover. Mrs. Patron had another idea. “Daniel, I really.