That was the first day I saw him.I woke to the incessant buzzer of my alarm the next morning. After all the activity of the last night, I had a deep a...d dreamless sleep. My body and mind resisted the need to rise, to get ready to go to work. To get on with my lousy life.I thought back to the night before, and felt the emptiness creep in again, and I brushed my hand over my bush, idly opening my pussy lips. It sent a small shock through my inner void, and I shook my head. I had to get up, I. Thought I would start small, do something thatwouldn't be noticeable. So I tried to shave off my leg and arm hair."Lorraine glanced at Michael's arms and legs."Yeah, it turns out however feminine I feel, my body hair has otherideas. I tried everything. Razors, creams, even had a go atelectrolysis. None of it did the slightest good. And what kind ofwoman runs around with hairy arms and legs? Maybe back in the sixties,some feminists did it, but cant see anybody doing it now. Which wouldmean. She felt its length up and down, massaging his balls on each down stroke. “I want you inside me now, Gianni,” she whispered a little hoarsely. “I want to feel you there and for you to fill me.” He let her climb on him now, straddling him and placing his penis between her labia. She pulled on it and rubbed its head in her essence to ease its journey into her. Then, ever so slowly, she began to move up and down on him, with greater depth each time. Now it was Gianni who groaned with pleasure. He. She rolled us both over with her on top.I watched as she put her hands on my chest and worked her hips up and down, back and forth.I reached up and took her breasts in my hands, so firm, the nipples so hard.I could feel her grinding in to me. The more she rocked and grinded the more she moaned and groaned.I could feel her pussy gripping me with each move and I knew I wouldn't last long.Luckily I didn't have to hold back much longer.I felt her nails start to dig in to my chest again and I felt.