Alice’s fist, curled except for her straight index finger, pressed into her pubes. The sticky outer lips of her pussy unglued as her legs spread. He... dewy inner folds were totally exposed, except for when her index finger partially covered her bud as she slowly brushed it.I was enthralled by the way her folds unfurled like an orchid greeting the sun. Not that I had really thought much about a girl’s most private place, but the dance of Alice’s finger across her visibly glistening sex intrigued. “How are you feeling?” Jenny asked as she stepped up to me.“Pathetic,” I muttered as we got in the line to get our lunch. “I just want to explode.”“I’m sorry,” she said. She shook her head. I hadn’t told her that I was having my period, but she seemed to know.Probably the scowl on my face. Normally, I like to have a sweet and innocent expressions on my face, looking like a cute girl. But today ... Today I felt like ripping off the head of everyone who looked at me.I stewed as we moved through. . he never loved me... I was merely convenient... I can't believe that I cut my hair short for him, that stupid pixie cut?I hate my hair short and I hated that haircut, I looked like a boy. There I go again making excuses...I did it because he was so handsome, and not just handsome, he was drop dead gorgeous and I wanted him and the things that his money could buy...I can't believe that I was so shallow then. I will never cut my hair that short again.... except for my Richard and he won't ask. Surely my wife would notdo this, I thought. I was wrong. Slowly, she let her white hands fallto the hem of her skirt. She eased her skirt up and over her wideflaring hips. As the bottom edge traveled upward, it began to revealher white cotton panties. With her skirt bunched up to her waist, mywife’s white panties were on complete display in front of this largeblack man. As I took in the sight, I focused on the details before myeyes. Looking across my wife’s pelvis, I could see the dark outline.