Most had dark hair, a range of brunettes to raven-blacks, their faces delicate, skin pale with that Eastern European roundness and high cheekbones. So...e had shaved pussies, others trimmed or with landing strips, while some had fierce bushes.“Aren’t they all just lovely?” he asked. “They were all eager for it, all wanting to be bred by you because us men haven’t shown them our true prowess.” He shook his head in disgust. “Feminism has utterly ruined two generations of men.”I arched an eyebrow at. We walked over to the couch and I had him sit down. Then, I took off the robe again. His eyes were glued to my breasts, of course. They were nice, if I say so myself. Not huge, but soft and round. And the nipples were hard. I'm a blond and my nipples are pale pink. They're incredibly sensitive when I'm aroused. "I see you like titties, Ted. Do you like pussy too? Is mine pretty? I keep it waxed for myself. But I bet you like a clean pussy too, don't you Ted? You can touch it. Go ahead, touch. "Did I ever tell you that you're my favorite?" Heather grinned, beginning to squirm around in my lap. Even though my jeans and her shorts I could feel the heat of her pussy bathing my groin and my cock responded appropriately, threatening to burst through the blue denim."I'm your favorite what?" I asked innocently, reaching around to cup the firm flesh of her buttocks."My favorite everything," she grinned. My hands were reaching for the buttons of her blouse when suddenly Heather leaped off my. He wheeled into the parking lot and saw Carol’s car sitting there. ‘What the hell?’ he thought. Miffed, he parked and sat in his car, waiting for his wife to come out. Time dragged and by nine-thirty, his wife still hadn’t come out. Even grumpier than when he arrived, Marcus got out of his car and headed for the door. There were two or three other cars in the lot and some lights were still on inside, so Carol probably wasn’t the only one still there. ‘She’s probably shooting the breeze with.