I pulled myself up and stood in front of him, looking at him defiantly. Curling and uncurling my hands into balls, I considered whether or not to thro... a punch at him. Making a decision, I dropped into a fighting stance which years of martial arts had taught me. Quick as a flash, I threw a punch at him, hitting him square on the jaw. His head rocked to the side and he spat out a piece of bloody lip. When he turned to face me, I was ready for him. Throwing another punch I hit him in the eye and. We still managed to have our winter holiday in the sun, all four of us, though we had to travel economy class now, but the three girls did enjoy the three weeks in the sun, getting tanned all over and having me at least once a day. How many times they had each other, I don’t know. They didn’t tell me everything they got up to, but I assume their fanny’s were not unoccupied for very long be it fingers or tongue. It was about eighteen months after my ‘second’ marriage to Kathy that Ann dropped. Except...” He leaned in close enough to inhale a bodyful of the scent rising off her pussy. Faint tendrils of her natural perfume filtered through the aroma of the lotion. The blood expanded in his veins. “Except your pussy,” he sighed, running his slick fingers over her mound and lips. “Jeezus ... if there were ever the perfect convergence of texture and contour ... accidental sculpture ... like the kind of accident constellations are made of.”He traced the shape of her slit with his fingers.. ‘I couldn’t quite hear you.’I must have looked a sight, short auburn locks messy and frizzy, my body flushed all over, eyes dark with desire, small breasts heaving as I panted like an overheated dog. But the way he was gazing at me--the way he was looking at me made me feel like the most desired, most beautiful, most delicious thing he’d ever had and would ever want.The words couldn’t seem to pass my lips.‘Jason,’ I implored.‘Yes?’ He was still waiting for my answer, and there was my pearl,.