Her long blond hair was loose and it was styled to frame and accent her face. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and she had the biggest, whitest ...mile I had ever seen in real life. A light blue dress that was as clingy as the one Sylvia had worn the day before and hugged her curves adorned her body. Dark blue or black spaghetti strapped shoes with four inch heels were on her feet.She must have went to the beauty salon and had an expert in makeup attend to her round, yet pretty, face. .Gate to band kr lene de…aaj tuhe m nhai chodunga kitne din se teri gand p najar thi…sali aaj hath m ayi h …aaj to chinal tujhe jam ke pelunga..Fir mne uthke gate band kiya or wapis bed p aa gya ur usko chumne lga or thapad marne lga…Fir mne uska sadi ka pallu hataya or us uske boobs upar se hi chusne lga…or bite krne lga…wo gali bakne lagi ki chus madarchod or jor se chus ..Sara dud pii ja bhoshdike tere liye hi h sara dud….Nichod le…m ek ungli uske moo m chusane lga …or ek hath se uska ek. "It's all nice and smooth now. Not a hair on it. It's something I like to do every now and then. Today seemed to be the proper occasion. Would you like to see it?" No," he said. "I wouldn't."But she knew otherwise. She slowly pulled the tie on her robe and let it fall open, baring her body to his gaze. She slowly spread her legs, showing him her swollen vaginal lips. Her entire crotch was indeed completely bare of hair."Jesus," he muttered, unable to drag his eyes away from it. In 1983 it was. I unsheathed myself from her flooded cunt, let go of her arms and jerked her around with unnecessary force. I walked her to the kitchen, but she didn’t seem to agree with the notion of going there. I wasn’t holding her down at that moment, so I was caught off guard when she stood and turned around and I certainly didn’t expect what happened next. Her hand came across my face with a sharp crack. The bitch had slapped me! Stunned, I felt my cheek, and it stung, as I stared at her. I saw her.