.nor I.'My face started to change as disappointment set in and I think Ryan noticed.Ryan: Hey...there will be another time...with someone else.'I gues... your right sweetheart'I went to stand up and hobbled off.Ryan: I'll er...finish the room.'Yeah....ok...You do that if you want to'As I walked off my eyes started to fill with tears. I gushed my eyes out as I started to undress in my bedroom. Why at 48 was life being so unfair. I started to unsoak my make up and as I stood in my thong I lifted my. "My parents were practitioners of the Black Arts. They used unholy magic. I hate them. I despise them because their existence in itself is a blasphemy." Hard words, from the mouth of their child."I turned my head down. "They were bad people. I don't want to be one of their kind. I want to prove that I am different. I don't want to be hunted my whole life." To prove what you say, we must put you through some horrible tortures, so that the truth will be forced from you."I nodded. "I – I know.". She spread her legs wide and perched on the rim of the tub. Jim knelt between her thighs."Mike, come over here and watch closely. You too, Janet."With the newlyweds watching closely on either side of him, Jim began with a female anatomy lesson, explaining the workings of Sara's exposed pussy."It's very easy to see everything because Sara keeps her pubic area shaved." Jim used the tips of his fingers to spread Sara's outer lips, giving Janet and Mike their first close-up look into a pussy.. I don't claim to be a skilled writer, but I hope this story conveys a little flavor of an extraordinary time in my life. And that's something I'd love to hear about -- what in particular, if anything, about this story you find erotic. Here's the first part, more to follow if you enjoy it! -- Dave I was visiting an old girl friend in Paris during a stopover to Asia. It was spontaneous and I had given little thought to what Colette might have in mind for the evening. I just assumed we would meet.