Mom’s, when I walked in on her in the bathroom because she had forgotten to lock it. A few on television. But I had never seen ones with a thin, pin... strip of short, soft hair. My heart was beating like a jungle drum. I took a glance at Mrs. K’s face to make sure she was still asleep, then I sat down with my legs against the couch, propped my chin on my arms and looked at her pubes. Her pussy. I knew people called it that, but it sounded so benign.She had a lovely mound. The pale skin looked so. The next day found her online again, looking, hoping to see Him. He wasn’t there, so she signed off, not in the mood to chat with others. She looked around, read blogs, tried to keep her mind off her silent cries of fear and pain and yes, even loneliness. Then, thinking to try again, she logged back onto the site, hoping. she entered the Lounge and fixed her settings and then a yellow appeared on her screen. she looked, it was Him. He PMed her before she even got out of the Lounge. He was. Or it could have just been her laughter."Cute only goes so far, I need a personality to go with it." Doth lady demandeth too much" I flash a smile toward her to ensure my joking intent was received. More laughter, I can get used to this. Deciding this was way more interesting than the others in the bar, I sit up and swivel so I am facing her. Damn, is she sexy.Extending my hand out I say "My name is John. But you can call me Tramp." Instantly getting the reference, she accepts my hand and says. Then I slowly inserted it into my wet pussy. I did not insert it too deep. I wanted to take it in slowly to enjoy it the most as I wanted to feel like my hubby is fucking my pussy with his lovely cock. I was slowly inserting and taking it out just like my hubby does to me. I was moaning even louder, “aahhhhh..hmmmmmmm”I was fucking myself, my pussy with the banana for a few minutes in a slow pace. Then I slowly increased the pace. My heart was beating harder now. I was thrusting the banana in.