Martin was in his early thirties back then. He was beginning to lose his hair, but that’s fine for men. His weight was okay, because Monique was a d...etician and she kept him in check. Still, he’s a big guy, broad shoulders, fantastic blue eyes that give the impression of being linked to a massive supercomputer, a dimpled chin and the best thing of all, big arms. Massive arms that can wrap around me and that make me feel safe and at home no matter where we are. And although he’s no athlete,. Now, with a big silly grin, David led me to a very old, dark passenger rail car and helped me up and into the open-air seating. With a small giggle, he seated me near the middle of the car and began kissing me. I was certainly fine with that and even the gentle, light petting as our passion arose. But, I was resisting when he started removing my nylons (What is he doing?), my garter (Oh, my God!), my jewelry, my dress (If some high school boy brings a girl up here to ‘make out’ and sees. Sometimes when they shouldn’t!She simply had the most perfect vulva. This is not a word many people use, although it is the correct word anatomically. Cunt to most people, and that is correct too, but it is not a nice word. Not only is it ugly with an ugly sound to it but it has a double meaning when we use it as a derogatory insult for someone we consider stupid and of no value. When we try to find a correct acceptable word, most people use the word vagina. But the vagina is just the passage. Her head fell backward as she leaned away, supporting herself with her hands on the bed. She appeared to be enjoying herself, and let herself slow down, while keeping a good pace. Looking up at her, the young man watched as her body shimmered from a thin layer of sweat. The hot scent of their bodies was already filling the room, like they had been long-time lovers. In the midst of her hips sliding her puffy folds against his member, and the long moans that escaped her lips, she managed to.