My thoughts today are:-Why Stop? I was ready for a fantastic anal session!-What are you saving yourself for?-Didn't you want me to finish you off with...my mouth? I'd have been happy to.-Was the thought of my tampon enough to put him off wanting to fuck my ass?-Why has he got completely untrimmed pubes? Just a quick trim with the scissors would have prevented such a long hair from being caught in my teeth. Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for pubes. I find old men who completely shave all their. And in our talks during those hours we grew closer. The conversations got more intimate. She was shameless. Told me about her past lovers, one night stands and masturbation. She had this amazing story about a guy she took home, but never had the intention to fuck. He was so pushy she had let him jerk of over her feet, which seemingly was a hilarious situation. One morning I was preparing for work and texted if she wanted to ride along. The response I got was not what I expected. Layla texted:. 'I'll come back when it's nicer, not so wet, ' she thought. On her way home, she recalled her earlier promise to visit Sandy Duvin's new store, and turned in. There were parking spaces in front, next to a forbidding wire fence. A gate with a security keypad allowed entry to the area inside. There was an entry marked "Accueil" at the side near the gate. There was another window and entry at the other end of the building, apparently unused, and an entrance in the middle, probably to an apartment. The words of amazement, ‘Fuck. Me.’ Almost escapes from my mouth as I stare at this phenomenal sight. She has slipped on a thin, silk, white robe, loosely tied at the front by the silk belt. The robe covering a couple of inches, if that, past her crotch. Clearly visible through the robe her huge 34F breasts hanging magnificently, her nipples pushing out what little fabric lays over them.My eyes make my way down her body. Through her robe you can see clear as anything she has changed into a red.